Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial distance!

I at least have so much to do in unraveling certain human lots, and seeing how they were woven and interwoven, that all the light I can command must be concentrated on this particular web, and not dispersed over that tempting range of relevancies called the universe.

Human experience is usually paradoxical.

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.

When a workman knows the use of his tools, he can make a door as well as a window.

People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.

There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.