Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.

The very truth hath a colour from the disposition of the utterer.

I am open to conviction on all points except dinner and debts. I hold that the one must be eaten and the other paid.

Men and women make sad mistakes about their own symptoms, taking their vague uneasy longings, sometimes for genius, sometimes for religion, and oftener still for a mighty love.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

Starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags , we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.