He walked by instinct along one white road, on which early birds hopped and sang, and found himself outside a fenced garden. There he saw the sister of Gregory, the girl with the gold-red hair, cutting lilac before breakfast, with the great unconscious gravity of a girl.

Every one of the great revolutionists, from Isaiah to Shelley, have been optimists. They have been indignant, not about the badness of existence, but about the slowness of men in realizing its goodness.

A puritan is a person who pours righteous indignation into the wrong things.

That is the one eternal education: to be sure enough that something is true that you dare to tell it to a child.

The humorous look of children is perhaps the most endearing of all the bonds that hold the Cosmos together.

It is still bad taste to be an avowed atheist. But now it is equally bad taste to be an avowed Christian.

The cross cannot be defeated for it is defeat.