England, an old and exhausted island, must one day be contented, like other parents, to be strong only in her children.
Why should the way I feel depend on the thoughts in someone else's head?
The question is whether [suicide] is the way out, or the way in.
Skepticism? Yes, but a saint is a skeptic once in twenty-four hours.
The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.
Heroism works in contradiction to the voice of mankind and in contradiction, for a time, to the voice of the great and good. Heroism is an obedience to a secret impulse of an individual