We could never have loved the earth so well if we had no childhood in it if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass . . .

Our impartiality is kept for abstract merit and demerit, which none of us ever saw.

But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.

I will to make life less bitter for a few within my reach.

The poverty of our imagination is no measure of say the world's resources. Our posterity will no doubt get fuel in ways that we are unable to devise for them.

The devil tempts us not--'tis we tempt him, Reckoning his skill with opportunity.

People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.