Silence is the only Voice of our God.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.

Can it be, that the Greek grammarians invented their dual number for the particular benefit of twins?

There is a woe that is wisdom, a woe that is madness.

Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored.

It is against the will of God that the East should be Christianized.

The starred and stately nights seemed haughty dames in jewelled velvets, nursing at home in lonely pride, the memory of their absent conquering Earls, the golden helmeted suns!