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

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.

Only those who know the supremacy of the intellectual life──the life which has a seed of ennobling thought and purpose within──can understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances.

It is very hard to say the exact truth, even about your own immediate feelings – much harder than to say something fine about them which is not the exact truth.

When a workman knows the use of his tools, he can make a door as well as a window.

I shall do everything it becomes me to do.

Men outlive their love, but they don’t outlive the consequences of their recklessness.