For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!

Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair

Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.

When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.

To make our morality center on forbidden acts is to defile the imagination and to introduce into our judgments of our fellow men a secret element of gusto.

Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind.

To be honest...here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude...