This poor little one-horse town.

I wish I could make him understand that a loving good heart is riches enough, and that without it intellect is poverty.

But that is the way we are made: we don't reason, where we feel; we just feel.

Each man must for himself alone decide what is right and what is wrong, which course is patriotic and which isn't. You cannot shirk this and be a man. To decide against your conviction is to be an unqualified and excusable traitor, both to yourself and to your country, let men label you as they may.

Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.

Go to bed early get up early-this is wise.