She began framing the words of her telegram into a senseless singsong; so that several park keepers looked at her with suspicion and were only brought to a favourable opinion of her sanity by noticing the pearl necklace which she wore.

Why does one write these books after all? The drudgery, the misery, the grind, are forgotten everytime; and one launches another, and it seems sheer joy and buoyancy.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.

History is too much about wars; biography too much about great men.

more and more I come to loathe any dominion of one over another; any leadership, any imposition of the will.

Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.