It is the way with half the truth amidst which we live, that it only haunts us and makes dull pulsations that are never born into sound.

It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

The most powerful movement of feeling with a liturgy is the prayer which seeks for nothing special, but is a yearning to escape from the limitations of our own weakness and an invocation of all Good to enter and abide with us.

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

It is always your heaviest bore who is astonished at the tameness of modern celebrities: naturally; for a little of his company has reduced them to a state of flaccid fatigue.

To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.

Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.