Such is life. It is no cleaner than a kitchen; it reeks like a kitchen; and if you mean to cook your dinner, you must expect to soil your hands; the real art is in getting them clean again, and therein lies the whole morality of our epoch.

God reveals Himself, unfailingly, to the solitary, thoughtful seeker

Kindness is not without its rocks ahead. People are apt to put it down to an easy temper and seldom recognize it as the secret striving of a generous nature; whilst, on the other hand, the ill-natured get credit for all the evil they refrain from.

A penniless man who has no ties to bind him is master of himself at any rate, but a luckless wretch who is in love no longer belongs to himself, and may not take his own life. Love makes us almost sacred in our own eyes; it is the life of another that we revere within us; then and so begins for us the cruelest trouble of all.

We do not wish success yet we obtain it. Always we find what we are not looking for. These words are too true not to become a proverb some day.

The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

Neither the passions not justice nor politics nor the great social forces ever consider the victims they strike.