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

... it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.

Try to take hold of your sensibility, and use it as if it were a faculty, like vision.

If I could only fancy myself clever, it would be better, but to be a failure of Nature and to know it is not a comfortable lot. It is the last lesson one learns, to be contented with one's inferiority -- but it must be learned.

The most solid comfort one can fall back upon is the thought that the business of one's life is to help in some small way to reduce the sum of ignorance, degradation and misery on the face of this beautiful earth.

The fact is, both callers and work thicken - the former sadly interfering with the latter.

Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses.