There are men whose presence infuses trust and reverence.

We cannot reform our forefathers.

It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a person's death consecrates him or her anew to us. It is as if life were not sacred too, as if it were comparatively a small thing to fail in love and reverence to the brother or sister who has to climb the whole toilsome mountain with us. It seems as if all our tears and tenderness were due to the one who is spared that hard journey.

What people do who go into politics I can't think; it drives me almost mad to see mismanagement over only a few hundred acres.

But certain winds will make men's temper bad.

I could not without vile hypocrisy and a miserable truckling to the smile of the world ... profess to join in worship which I wholly disapprove.

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.