This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.

The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

There's lots of good fish in the sea...maybe...but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.

The proper study of mankind is man in his relation to his deity.

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.

Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.