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

It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

It is self-evident that St. Louis affected me more deeply than any other environment has ever done. I feel that there is something in having passed one's childhood beside the big river, which is incommunicable to those people who have not. I consider myself fortunate to have been born here, rather than in Boston, or New York, or London.

We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors' victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

The destination cannot be described; / You will know very little until you get there; / You will journey blind.