If I have read religious history aright, faith, hope, and charity have not always been found in a direct ratio with a sensibility to the three concords; and it is possible, thank heaven! to have very erroneous theories and very sublime feelings.

We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.

Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it.

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.

Men and women make sad mistakes about their own symptoms, taking their vague uneasy longings, sometimes for genius, sometimes for religion, and oftener still for a mighty love.

If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.

One soweth and another reapeth is a verity that applies to evil as well as good.