It is awkward to listen to oneself being praised, and I was always a shy man. - H. Rider Haggard

There is no loneliness like the loneliness of crowds, especially to those who are unaccustomed to them.

. . . when lost in a forest every path that may lead to safety should be explored

. . . what a man believes is true for him and will certainly befall. If it were otherwise, what is the use of faith which in a thousand forms supports our race and holds it from the horrors of the Pit? Only those who believe nothing inherit what they believe—nothing