No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.

I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one's mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.

We are rather apt to consider an act wrong because it is unpleasant to us.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

But how little we know what would make paradise for our neighbours! We judge from our own desires, and our neighbours themselves are not always open enough even to throw out a hint of theirs.

It is a wonderful subduer-this need of love, this hunger of the heart.