Greed's worst point is its ingratitude.

War I abhor, and yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife, and I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul.

The man who does something under orders is not unhappy; he is unhappy who does something against his will.

We learn not in the school, but in life.

It is dishonorable to say one thing and think another; how much more dishonorable to write one thing and think another.

Leisure without literature is death and burial alive.

That poverty is no disaster is understood by everyone who has not yet succumbed to the madness of greed and luxury that turns everything topsy-turvy.