We are scarcely apt to berate the source of enjoyment.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Many of us marvel at the icy insensitivity with which women snuff out their armours. But if they did not blot out the past in this manner, life for them would lose all dignity and they could never resist the fatal familiarities to which they once submitted.

Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness; and most young girls, prompted by instinctive tenderness, lean towards mysticism, the obscurer side of religion.

On the moral plane, true friends enjoy the same protection as the sense of smell confers upon dogs. They scent the sorrow of their friends, they divine its causes, and they clasp it to their minds and hearts.

The more illegal a profit, the more tenaciously a man clings to it.

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.