Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die.

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.