Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are: by which we can see life as a whole, by which and by which alone we can understand others in their real and their ideal relation. Only what is fine, and finely conceived can feed love. But anything will feed hate.

The Master said, I have not seen a person who loved virtue, or one who hated what was not virtuous. He who loved virtue, would esteem nothing above it. He who hated what is not virtuous, would practice virtue in such a way that he would not allow anything that is not virtuous to approach his person. Is any one able for one day to apply his strength to virtue? I have not seen the case in which his strength would be insufficient. Should there possibly be any such case, I have not seen it.

Don't worry if you have no position: worry about making yourself worthy of one. Don't worry if you aren't known and admired: devote yourself to a life that deserves admiration.

The noble-minded encourage what is beautiful in people and discourage what is ugly in them. Little people do just the opposite.

If the will be set on virtue, there will be no practice of wickedness.

A wise man is never cheated, a virtuous man is never worried and a courageous man is never afraid.

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said.

My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold and anything else is just a waste of time.

I ain't got an original thought in my head. If it ain't got the scent of divinity to it, I ain't interested in it

Rich dreams now which he was loathe to wake from. Things no longer known in the world. The cold drove him forth to mend the fire. Memory of her crossing the lawn toward the house in the early morning in a thin rose gown that clung to her breasts. He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.

Moss was almost certainly dead. That left the police. Or some agent of the Matacumbe Petroleum Group. Who must think that he thought that they thought that he thought they were very dumb. He thought about that.