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

...Though there's reasons in things as nobody knows on---- that's pretty much what I've made out; yet some folks are so wise they'll find you fifty reasons straight off, and all the while the real reason's winking at 'em in the corner, and they niver see't.

After all, people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves, may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. We should be very patient with each other, I think.

Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.

You know I have duties──we both have duties──before which feeling must be sacrificed.

There are glances of hatred that stab, and raise no cry of murder.

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.