As soon as we lay ourselves entirely at His feet, we have enough light given us to guide our own steps; as the foot-soldier who hears nothing of the councils that determine the course of the great battle he is in, hears plainly enough the word of command that they must themselves obey.

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

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.

It is not true that love makes all things easy; it makes us choose what is difficult.

Education was almost entirely a matter of luck — usually of ill-luck — in those distant days.

Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.

It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.