The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

For we all of us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and act fatally on the strength of them.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

... we are most of us brought up in the notion that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the beings who would suffer the wrong.

Steady work turns genius to a loom.

Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.

Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.