My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.

What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed - and not for pay? Absurd - or insincere?

Never say No when the world says Aye.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.