The gift, to be true, must be the flowing of the giver unto me, correspondent to my flowing unto him.

Difficulties exist to be surmounted.

Sometimes we receive the power to say yes to life. Then peace enters us and makes us whole.

The love that you withhold is the pain that you carry.

The frost which kills the harvest of a year saves the harvest of a century, by destroying the weevil or the locust.

It has come to be practically a sort of rule in literature that a man, having once shown himself capable of original writing, is entitled thenceforth to steal from the writings of others at discretion.

No facts to me are sacred; none are profane.