I go about in the world - free, busy, happy. Among people, I have no time to think of myself.
Hurts of childhood live on; in one form or other they are there to the end.
Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.
To cease to love -- that is defeat.
Strength diminishes when it seems we are spending it in vain.
I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.