For this, deep waters whelm the fruitful lea, Wars ravage, famine wastes, plague withers, nor Shall cease till men have chosen the better part.

No man ever sank under the burden of the day. It is when tomorrow's burden is added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear.

I know my Easts and Tom Brown, you see, and they're never happy unless their morality is being tried in the furnace and they can feel they are doing the right Christian thing and never mind the consequences to anyone else.

We are not made for law, we are made for love.

Do not measure God's mind by your own.

If both Church and fairy-tale belong to humanity, they may occasionally cross circles, without injury to either.

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.