He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.

How is it the great pieces of good luck fall to us?

We are creatures of the moment; we live from one little space to another, and only one interest at a time fills these.

If we like a man's dream, we call him a reformer; if we don't like his dream, we call him a crank.

He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.

Do not trouble yourselves about standards or ideals; but try to be faithful and natural: remember that there is no greatness, no beauty, which does not come from truth to your own knowledge of things; and keep on working, even if your work is not long remembered.

If ever the public was betrayed by its press, it's ours.