“When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward.”

It’s a pleasant thing to be young, and have ten toes.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.

It is not likely that posterity will fall in love with us, but not impossible that it may respect or sympathize; so a man would rather leave behind him the portrait of his spirit than a portrait of his face.

If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.

It is the mark of a good action that it appears inevitable in retrospect.

A friend is a gift you give yourself.

To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.

Everyone lives by selling something.

The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.

I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.

Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.

Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends?

The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.

You can read Kant by yourself, if you wanted to; but you must share a joke with someone else.

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

I would not say anything more. If I did say anything, afterwards I would always declare that you made me say it by force!

If ever I do escape, no one shall reproach me with having broken or violated my faith, not having given my word to any one, whosoever it may be.

I don’t see my Oscar much now. But when I first got it, there was a feeling for weeks afterward that I guess is akin to winning a gold medal in the Olympics.

Read it to the class and then afterward we would talk and I would answer questions. It was really a way of expressing and finding out about where I was at that particular time, so it was very therapeutic for me.

Love, like light, is a thing that is enacted better than defined: we know it afterward by the traces it leaves on paper.

If however, you once see your Divine Mother, you will not afterwards find pleasure in all these. Throwing them all aside, you will run to her.

People, whether they know it or not, like their blues singers miserable. They like their blues singers to die afterwards.

It is very pleasant to scratch an itching ring-worm, but the sensation one gets afterwards is very painful and intolerable.