That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don't quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil -- widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.

Net the large fish and you are sure to have the small fry.

The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families.

There's things to put up wi' in ivery place, an' you may change an' change an' not better yourself when all's said an' done.

Surely it is not true blessedness to be free of sorrow while there is sorrow and sin in the world. Sorrow is a part of love and love does not seek to throw it off.

Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.

Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.