In the lost boyhood of Judas, Christ was betrayed.

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

Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.

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.

People tell me that the countryside must always be stupid and backward, and I get angry, as if it were said that only townspeople had immortal souls, and that it was only in the city that the flame of divinity breathed into the first men had an unobscured glow.

Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.

We may fight against what is wrong, but if we allow ourselves to hate, that is to insure our spiritual defeat and our likeness to what we hate.