There is a law in human nature which draws us to like what we passionately condemn.

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

We are tired who follow after fantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter stain our hearts with richest dyes.

In the lost boyhood of Judas, Christ was betrayed.

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.

No leader, however great a personality he may be, is as important to a people as their own intellectual development.

You cannot evoke great spirits and eat plums at the same time.