We can't command our love, but we can our actions.

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.

Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.

My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.