In the Twentieth Century war will be dead, the scaffold will be dead, hatred will be dead, frontier boundaries will be dead, dogmas will be dead; man will live. He will possess something higher than all these-a great country, the whole earth, and a great hope, the whole heaven.

We need those who pray constantly to compensate for those who do not pray at all.

Tobacco is the plant that converts thoughts into dreams.

Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.

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.

We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.

To be wicked does not insure prosperity - for the inn did not succeed well.