We bear the world and we make it.... There was never a great man who had not a great mother-it is hardly an exaggeration.
Our fathers had their dreams; we have ours; the generation that follows will have its own. Without dreams and phantoms man cannot exist.
Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.
How hard it is to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.
We were equals once when we lay new-born babes on our nurse's knees. We will be equal again when they tie up our jaws for the last sleep.
No good work is ever done while the heart is hot and anxious and fretted.