It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.

... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

Subtract from the New Testament the miraculous and highly impossible, and what will be the remainder?

No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.

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.

I like trying to get pregnant. I'm not so sure about childbirth.

For what we call illusions are often, in truth, a wider vision of past and present realities - a willing movement of a man's soul with the larger sweep of the world's forces - a movement towards a more assured end than the chances of a single life.