All haste implies weakness.

My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not; I think thy answers make me what I am.

Things come to the poor that can't get in at the door of the rich. Their money somehow blocks it up. It is a great privilege to be poor--one that no man covets, and brat a very few have sought to retain, but one that yet many have learned to prize.

There is no strength in unbelief. Even the unbelief of what is false is no source of might. It is the truth shining from behind that gives the strength to disbelieve.

Real good-breeding is independent of the forms and refinements of what has assumed to itself the name of society.

No story ever really ends, and I think I know why.

Now and then, when I look round on my books, they seem to waver as if a wind rippled their solid mass, and another world were about to break through.