Being good is easy, what is difficult is being just.

I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work, I prosper, I do good business, I have houses to rent, money in State Securities; I am happy, I have wife and children; I like all these things and I want to go on living, so leave me alone."... There are moments when all this casts a deep chill on the large-minded pioneers of the human race.

If you would civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.

...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.

It is often our best friends who throw us down.

To think is of itself to be useful; it is always and in all cases a striving toward God.