all conscious thought is a process in time; so that to think consciously about Time is like trying to use a foot-rule to measure its own length.

And then, at night, the lit lamp and the drawn curtain, with the flutter of the turned page and soft scrape of pen on paper the only sounds to break the silence between quarter- and quarter-chime.

If men will not understand the meaning of judgement, they will never come to understand the meaning of grace.

[W]hen I see men callously and cheerfully denying women the full use of their bodies, while insisting with sobs and howls on the satisfaction of their own, I simply can't find it heroic, or kind, or anything but pretty rotten and feeble.

I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home.

Nothing is more vulgar than a careful avoidance of beginning a letter with the first person singular.

Oh, well, faint heart never won so much as a scrap of paper