How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean.

Words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.

It isn't myself that's important in this transaction apparently; the individual doesn't count much in the situation...all of us are more or less pawns. We're moved about like chessmen by circumstances over which we have no control.

Love is the only thing you can really give in all this world. When you give love, you give everything.

All forms of dogmatic religion should go. The world did without them in the past and can do so again.

The true meaning of money yet remains to be popularly explained and comprehended.

And then he sank back and tried, as usual, not to think. He must succeed. That's what the world was made for. That's what he was made for. That was what he would have to do.