The sinew and heart of man seem to be drawn out, and we are become timorous desponding whimperers. We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other.

Neither is a dictionary a bad book to read. There is no can't in it, no excess of explanation, and it is full of suggestion, the raw material of possible poems and histories.

A friend is a person who goes around saying nice things about you behind your back.

Life is unnecessarily long. Moments of insight, of fine personal relation, a smile, a glance,--what ample borrowers of eternity they are!

Is not, indeed, every man a student, and do not all things exist for the student's behoof?

Spartans, stoics, heroes, saints and gods use short and positive speech.

Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong.