In my beginning is my end.

We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.

For every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds are blended so good and evil in the end become confounded.

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.

Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about the science of money while I am at it; it is an extraordinarily interesting subject.