For character too is a process and an unfolding. . . among our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful. . . .

There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.

Some people are born to make life pretty, and others to grumble that it is not pretty enough.

I couldn't live in peace if I put the shadow of a willful sin between myself and God.

It always seemed to me a sort of clever stupidity only to have one sort of talent - like a carrier pigeon.

If Art does not enlarge men's sympathies, it does nothing morally.

bad literature of the sort called amusing is spiritual gin.