Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.
When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.
Men hate those to whom they have to lie.
He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.
Loving is half of believing.
The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy of the child by darkness.