It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.

I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all.

Perhaps love is a compelling necessity imposed on man by God that has something to do with suffering

Tell me, and then again show me, so I can know.

Mystery is the essence of divinity

I had hundreds of books under my skin already. Not selected reading, all of it. Some of it could be called trashy. I had been through Nick Carter, Horatio Alger, Bertha M. Clay and the whole slew of dime novelists in addition to some really constructive reading. I do not regret the trash. It has harmed me in no way. It was a help, because acquiring the reading habit early is the important thing. Taste and natural development will take care of the rest later on.

Work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find.