Anything large enough for a wish to light upon, is large enough to hang a prayer upon.

Whose work is it but your own to open your eyes? But indeed the business of the universe is to make such a fool out of you that you will know yourself for one, and begin to be wise.

All that is not God is death.

The region of the senses is the unbelieving part of the human soul.

But I begin to think the chief difficulty in writing a book must be to keep out what does not belong to it.

One of the good things that come of a true marriage is, that there is one face on which changes come without your seeing them; or rather there is one face which you can still see the same, through all the shadows which years have gathered upon it.

It is a happy thing for us that this is really all we have to concern ourselves about--what to do next. No man can do the second thing. He can do the first.