The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.

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.

It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.

There are glances of hatred that stab, and raise no cry of murder.

In the first moments when we come away from the presence of death, every other relation to the living is merged, to our feeling, in the great relation of a common nature and a common destiny.

Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.

Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.