My share of the work may be limited, but the fact that it is work makes it precious.

What I'm looking for is not out there, it is in me.

But there is not space to mention all my friends and indeed there are things about them hidden behind the wings of the cherubim, things to sacred to set forth in cold print.

I have an unshakable belief that mankind's higher nature is on the whole still dormant. The greatest souls reveal excellencies of mind and heart which their lesser fellows possess-hidden, it is true, but there all the same.

Words are the mind's wings, are they not?

Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow.

The true test of a character is to face hard conditions with the determination to make them better.