Man's actions are the picture book of his creeds.
All things change, nothing perishes.
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
Nothing is stronger than habit.
What is without periods of rest will not endure.
The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.
In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.
Next to occupation is the building up of good taste. That is difficult, slow work. Few achieve it. It means all the difference in the world in the end.
There can be only one permanent revolution - a moral one; the regeneration of the inner man. How is this revolution to take place? Nobody knows how it will take place in humanity, but every man feels it clearly in himself. And yet in our world everybody thinks of changing humanity, and nobody thinks of changing himself.
In a world full of war, famine, oppression, deceit, monotony, what—apart from the eternal innocence of animals—offers an image of hope? A mother with a newborn child in her arms? The child may end up as a murderer or a murder victim, so that the hopeful image is a prefiguration of a pietà: a mother with her newly dead child on her lap.
Money can't buy happiness but it'll sure keep a mess of grief off your front porch.