O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

There is no foreign land; it is the traveller only that is foreign.

I am in the habit of looking not so much to the nature of a gift as to the spirit in which it is offered.

Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.

To miss the joy is to miss everything.

I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.

Hope looks for unqualified success; but Faith counts certainly on failure, and takes honorable defeat to be a form of victory.