There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives?

When we are young we think our troubles a mighty business - that the world is spread out expressly as a stage for the particular drama of our lives and that we have a right to rant and foam at the mouth if we are crossed. I have done enough of that in my time.

... we are most of us brought up in the notion that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the beings who would suffer the wrong.

I am not imposed upon by fine words; I can see what actions mean.

bad literature of the sort called amusing is spiritual gin.

Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another

Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.