To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity
A purpose you impart is no longer your own
All persons are puzzles until at last we find in some word or act the key to the man, to the woman; straightway all their past words and actions lie in light before us
'T is not what man does which exalts him, but what man would do.

A Death in the Desert
'Tis not what a man does which exalts him, but what man would do!



On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."