My heart is set, as firmly as ever heart of man was set on woman. I have no thought, no view, no hope, in life beyond her; and if you oppose me in this great stake, you take my peace and happiness in your hands, and cast them to the wind.

Shall we speak of the inspiration of a poet or a priest, and not of the heart impelled by love and self-devotion to the lowliest work in the lowliest way of life?

We can refute assertions, but who can refute silence?

I have always thought of Christmas time... as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time.

"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. "It was the salmon."

Repression is the only lasting philosophy. The dark deference of fear and slavery, my friend, will keep the dogs obedient to the whip, as long as this roof shuts out the sky.

Mankind was my business... charity, mercy, forbearance, benevolence, were all my business.