Young children are such nasty little beasts!

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.

The only thing that makes one place more attractive to me than another is the quantity of heart I find in it.

In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still find myself a self-subsisting and alas! self-seeking me.

Instead of boiling up individuals into the species, I would draw a chalk circle round every individuality, and preach to it to keep within that, and preserve and cultivate its identity.

When one has been threatened with a great injustice, one accepts a smaller as a favour.

the less one does, as I long ago observed, the less one can find time to do.

I am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.

The glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.

If they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation than the words: Byron is dead!

People who are so dreadfully "devoted" to their wives are so apt, from mere habit, to get devoted to other people's wives as well.

Sometimes we don't get second chances. Sometimes things just end.

Bessie asked if I would have a book: the word book acted as a transient stimulus, and I begged her to fetch Gulliver’s Travels from the library.  This book I had again and again perused with delight.

When asking God for direction, ask Him to give you ears to hear it and the will and strength to follow it. Say, “God show me what to do and enable me to do it.

When I leave her, I will have few regrets. But those that I have, are magnificent.

I mean, don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old, at least. Who can afford to live in the past?

Nonviolence succeeds only when we have a real living faith in God.

The only thing which can keep journalism alive - journalism, which is born of the moment, serves the moment, and, as a rule, dies with the moment - is - again the Stevensonian secret! - charm.

Ability is of little account without opportunity. I have very rarely met with two o'clock in the morning courage: I mean instantaneous courage.

The thing that binds us together is the commonality of our dreams, not our skin tone.

Beware the beast, but enjoy the feast he offers.