Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing
Nothing can come of nothing
I'm not confused, I'm just well mixed.
And nothing to look backward to with pride,
And nothing to look forward to with hope.

The Death of the Hired Man, 1914


On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."