Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.

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

The intensest form of hatred is that rooted in fear.

We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one's life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.

The worst service, I fancy, that anyone can do for truth, is to set silly people writing on its behalf.

How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love? Are their first poems their best? or are not those the best which come from their fuller thought, their larger experience, their deeper-rooted affections? The boy's flute-like voice has its own spring charm; but the man should yield a richer, deeper music.

Doubtless a great anguish may do the work of years, and we may come out from that baptism of fire with a soul full of new awe and new pity.