Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

If you look in the eyes of the young, you see flame. If you look in the eyes of the old, you see light.

Who among us has not sought peace in a song?

He had slipped, climbed, rolled, searched, walked, persevered, that is all. Such is the secret of all triumphs.

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

It has become necessary to call the attention of European governments to a fact which is apparently so insignificant that the governments seem not to notice it. The fact is this: an entire people is being annihilated. Where? In Europe. Are there witnesses? One witness, the entire world. Do the governments see it? No.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.