A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind.

An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate, a fortune which we can never exhaust and which gives us year by year a revenue of pleasurable activity.

Every man has a sane spot somewhere.

In each of us, two natures are at war – the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose – what we want most to be we are.

The web, then, or the pattern, a web at once sensuous and logical, an elegant and pregnant texture: that is style, that is the foundation of the art of literature.

The correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye.

The physician...is the flower (such as it is) of our civilization.