No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.

Not only do words infect, egotize, narcotize, and paralyze, but they enter into and colour the minutest cells of the brain. . . .

Keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.

Beware of overconcern for money, or position, or glory. Someday you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.

When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.

Oh East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.

Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.