Under every guilty secret there is hidden a brood of guilty wishes, whose unwholesome infecting life is cherished by the darkness.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.

A peasant can no more help believing in a traditional superstition than a horse can help trembling when be sees a camel.

Scepticismcan never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill.

the Press has no band of critics who go the round of the churches and chapels, and are on the watch for a slip or defect in the preacher, to make a 'feature' in their article: the clergy are, practically, the most irresponsible of all talkers.

Women should be protected from anyone's exercise of unrighteous power... but then, so should every other living creature.

... indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable.