Half the spiritual difficulties that men and women suffer arise from a morbid state of health.

The pie should be eaten "while it is yet florescent, white or creamy yellow, with the merest drip of candied juice along the edges, (as if the flavor were so good to itself that its own lips watered!) of a mild and modest warmth, the sugar suggesting jelly, yet not jellied, the morsels of apple neither dissolved nor yet in original substance, but hanging as it were in a trance between the spirit and the flesh of applehood...then, O blessed man, favored by all the divinities! eat, give thanks, and go forth, 'in apple-pie order!'"

As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.

The Divine mind does not think for us, or inspite of us, but works in us to think, and to will, and to do.

Well-married, a man is winged: ill-matched, he is shackled.

The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.

Love is more just than justice.