Memoirs are the backstairs of history.

She poured a little social sewage into his ears.

Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless, but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift it seeks.

Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.

When I was quite a boy I had a spasm of religion which lasted six weeks... But I never since have swallowed the Christian fable.

A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.

Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!