It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive - when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

Where Jack isn't safe, Tom's in danger.

People who write finely must not expect to be left in repose; they will be molested with thanks, at least.

Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile.

Receptiveness is a rare and massive power, like fortitude.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence.