Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to us.

... you can't put out a light just because it may light the wrong person.

Some days are happy days - of themselves, as if for their own sakes. They seem to be enjoying themselves, regardless of what use may be made of them.

There is good and there is bad in every human heart, and it is the struggle of life to conquer the bad with the good.

I am glad I worked on a newspaper because it made me know I had to write whether I felt like it or not.

The facts of another's life do not illumine. Only when we know the heart can we know that life. Only the feeling that made the days can light them.

It is through suppression that hells are formed in us.