It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.

Instead of comparing our lot with that of those who are more fortunate than we are, we should compare it with the lot of the great majority of our fellow men. It then appears that we are among the privileged.

No man has any natural authority over his fellow men.

Man has an incurable habit of not fulfilling the prophecies of his fellow men.

An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.

Now is the time for all good men to come to.