Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them.

You must suffer me to go my own dark way.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.

Our affections and beliefs are wiser than we; the best that is in us is better than we can understand; for it is grounded beyond experience, and guides us, blindfold but safe, from one age on to another.

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

Be what you are, and become what you are capable of becoming.

The cruelest lies are often told in silence.