nobody sees with his eyes alone; we see with our souls.
i’m tired of benevolence and eloquence and everything that’s proper, and i’m going to cultivate myself and nobody else, and see what will come of that.
rendering oneself unarmed when one had been the best armed, out of a height of feeling that is the means to real peace, which must always rest on a peace of mind.
there is such a thing as man being too proud to fight. there is such a thing as a nation being so right that it does not need to convince others by force that it is right.
the greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error.
understanding human needs is half the job of meeting them.
we are all prone to the malady of the introvert, who, with the manifold spectacle of the world spread out before him, turns away and gazes only upon the emptiness within. but let us not imagine that there is anything grand about the introvert’s unhappiness.