Forgive me, Spirit of my spirit, for this, that I have found it easier to read the mystery told in tears and understood Thee better in sorrow than in joy.

Reason, alas, does not remove mountains. It only tries to walk around them, and see what is on the other side.

In the lost boyhood of Judas, Christ was betrayed.

A literary movement: five or six people who live in the same town and hate each other.

Whiskey: a torchligh procession marching down your throat.

Any relations in a social order will endure if there is infused into them some of that spirit of human sympathy, which qualifies life for immortality.

Forgive me, Spirit of my spirit, for this, that I have found it easier to read the mystery told in tears and understood Thee better in sorrow than in joy.