“War, when it is a war of aggression, as they all admit that this is, is mere murder, and though it is humiliating to make peace on a defeat, it can't be surely right to go on.”

Condemning aggressive warfare in uncompromising moral terms · Diary, 17 December 1899

• Truth
• War

“We made our storm and stress together at Frankfort when Darwinism was a novelty, and solved the riddle of the universe together gazing at the stars.”

Remembering the intellectual excitement and intimacy of an early friendship · Diary, January 1900

• Friendship
• Memory
• Time

“Of doing good in the world in any public way I also despair.”

A stark admission of disillusionment with public action · Diary, 13 October 1889

• Despair
• Truth