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

Few men are raised in our estimation by being too closely examined.

The Police and the Society of Jesus posses in common the virtue of never forsaking their enemies as friends.

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

Man can start with aversion and end with love, but if he begins with love and comes round to aversion he will never get back to love.

Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.

A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.