A bachelor's children are always young: they're immortal children - always lisping, waddling, helpless, and with a chance of turning out good.

How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of the Invisible Throne and flows by the path of obedience.

We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.

Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning.

It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.

We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.

Man cannot choose his duties.