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.

There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.

Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.

I at least have so much to do in unraveling certain human lots, and seeing how they were woven and interwoven, that all the light I can command must be concentrated on this particular web, and not dispersed over that tempting range of relevancies called the universe.

The intensest form of hatred is that rooted in fear.

All our ignorance brings us closer to death.

The devil tempts us not--'tis we tempt him, Reckoning his skill with opportunity.