The joy of all mysteries is the certainty which comes from their contemplation, that there are many doors yet for the soul to open on her upward and inward way.

I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.

Do you know the times when one seems to stick fast in circumstances like the fly in the jam-pot? It can't be helped, and I suppose the best thing to do is to lay in a good store of jam!

I don't like authority, at least I don't like other people's authority.

People who deal with life generously and large-heartedly go on multiplying relationships to the end.

I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.

The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn't your real life.