Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?

But let the wise be warned against too great readiness to explanation: it multiplies the sources of mistake, lengthening the sum for reckoners sure to go wrong.

For we all of us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and act fatally on the strength of them.

Oh, child, men's men: gentle or simple, they're much of a muchness.

Of all forms of human error, prophesy is the most avoidable.

I hold it a blasphemy to say that a man ought not to fight against authority: there is no great religion and no great freedom that has not done it, in the beginning.