What should I do—how should I act now, this very day . . . What she would resolve to do that day did not yet seem quite clear, but something that she could achieve stirred her as with an approaching murmur which would soon gather distinctness.

The poverty of our imagination is no measure of say the world's resources. Our posterity will no doubt get fuel in ways that we are unable to devise for them.

The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to reverence.

Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

If a woman's young and pretty, I think you can see her good looks all the better for her being plainly dressed.

Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.

Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers but dress in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.