Tears were a blessing; they were a relief; they did wash the ache from the heart, ease brain strain, and encourage the soul.

there was nothing in the whole world so dreadful as the power of riches wrongly used.

What was money that it should make such dreadful things of men and women?

You cannot write on the heart of another what you do not feel yourself.

The Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.

Money was their God; work their religion.

Sometimes it seems to me that the more we get hurt in this world the decenter it makes us.