Be not a slave of words.

Friendship, in the old heroic sense of that term, no longer exists. It is in reality no longer expected or recognized as a virtue among men.

The cut of a garment speaks of intellect and talent and the color of temperament and heart.

I have no patience whatever with these gorilla damnifications of humanity.

The depth of our despair measures what capability and height of claim we have to hope.

There is precious instruction to be got by finding we were wrong.

The whole past is the procession of the present.