But most of us are apt to settle within ourselves that the man who blocks our way is odious, and not to mind causing him a little of the disgust which his personality excites in ourselves.

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

Susceptible persons are more affected by a change of tone that by unexpected words.

When you get me a good man made out of arguments, I will get you a good dinner with reading you the cookery book.

What deep and worthy love is so, whether of woman or child, or art or music. Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues, or Beethoven symphonies all bring with them the consciousness that they are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression into silence, our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!