The Mind Has No Sex.

Humanity Is Outraged In Me And With Me. We Must Not Dissimulate Nor Try To Forget This Indignation, Which Is One Of The Most Passionate Forms Of Love.

I'm Beginning To Believe That There Are Angels Disguised As Men Who Pass Themselves Off As Such And Who Inhabit The Earth For A While To Console And Lift Up With Them Toward Heaven The Poor, Exhausted And Saddened Souls Who Were Ready To Perish Here Below.

The Brain Is A Tool That Gets Rusty Without Constant, Albeit Moderate, Exercise.

I Needn't Tell You That Success And Failure Prove Nothing - The Whole Thing Is A Lottery. It's Pleasant To Succeed; But For A Philosophic Mind It Oughtn't To Be Very Upsetting To Fail.

A Woman, When She Is Heroic, Is Not Heroic By Halves.