For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.

The only man who knows just what he thinks at the present moment is the man who hasn't done any new thinking in the past ten years.

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.

But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?

For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.

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.

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.