The idea of duty--that recognition of something to be lived for beyond the mere satisfaction of self--is to the moral life what the addition of a great central ganglion is to animal life.

It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.

We reap what we sow, but nature has love over and above that justice, and gives us shadow and blossom and fruit, that spring from no planting of ours.

A peasant can no more help believing in a traditional superstition than a horse can help trembling when be sees a camel.

Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbour's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.

Subtract from the New Testament the miraculous and highly impossible, and what will be the remainder?

We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.