“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.”

“His books were part of him. Each year of his life, it seemed, his books became more and more a part of him. This room, thirty by twenty feet, and the walls of shelves filled with books, had for him the murmuring of many voices. In the books of Herodotus, Tacitus, Rabelais, Thomas Browne, John Milton, and scores of others, he had found men of face and voice more real to him than many a man he had met for a smoke and a talk.”

“Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it runs by.”

“Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.”

“The single clenched fist lifted and ready,Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.Choose:For we meet by one or the other.”

“By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.”

“I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on the way.”