There is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that is not greenness, either, no more than sorrow is.
Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.
There is not sufficient love and goodness in the world to permit us to give some of it away to imaginary beings.
It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.