Occupation: Writer Birth: April 8, 1879 Death: November 24, 1964
If any one hates to be alone with himself, the chances are that he has not much of any self to be alone with..
We may scavenge the dross of the nation, we may shudder past bloody sod, But we thrill to the new revelation that we are parts of God..
Poetry affords us a respite in which we may gather renewed strength for the old struggle to adapt ourselves to reality..
The ideal doctor is patient..
Enthusiasm is the thing which makes the world go round. Without its driving power, nothing worth doing has ever been done. Love, friendship, religion….