“I think now that the young man must possess or teach himself, training himself, in infinite patience, which is to try and to try until it comes right.”

Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.

Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain’t got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.

Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.

If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.

The ideal woman which is in every man’s mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist, her hand.

It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.

Truth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on the other white is white, has now become an angle, a point of view.

The next time you try to seduce anyone, don’t do it with talk, with words.

The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.

I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o’clock every day.

The past is never dead. It’s not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity.

Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.

I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.

Love doesn’t die; the men and women do.

There is only one Soul in the Universe. There is no ‘you’ or ‘me’; all variety is merged into the absolute unity, the one infinite existence – God.

Trust assumes loyalty; and loyalty in the true sense of the word, the infinite, devoted kind of loyalty – that kind of loyalty doesn’t exist anymore.

Where are the real sources of human dignity, freedom and modern democracy, if not in the concept of infinity to which all men are equal?

How can we satisfy ourselves without going on in infinitum? And, after all, what satisfaction is there in that infinite progression?

The role of the infinitely small in nature is infinitely great.

The idea of God is a form of the idea of the Infinite.

Love. There are no barriers against its infinite power, my child, save for those we impose upon ourselves.

Nothing created has ever been able to fill the heart of man. God alone can fill it infinitely.