In the days when the spinning wheels hummed busily in the farmhouses--and even great ladies, clothed in silk and thread lace, had their toy spinning wheels of polished oak--there might be seen, in districts far away among the lanes, or deep in the bosom of the hills, certain palled undersized men who, by the side of the brawny country-folk, looked like the remnants of a disinherited race.

It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.

How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!

O may I join the choir invisible of those immortal dead who live again in minds made better by their presence; live in pulses stirred to generosity, in deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn for miserable aims that end with self, in thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, and with their mild persistence urge men's search to vaster issues.

There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.

I trust you as holy men trust God; you could do nought that was not pure and loving, though the deed might pierce me unto death.

Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.