No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold... 'T is heaven alone that is given away, 'T is only God may be had for the asking; There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer.

Scepticism commonly takes up the room left by defect of imagination, and is the very quality of mind most likely to seek for sensual proof of supersensual things. If one came from the dead it could not believe; and yet it longs for such a witness, and will put up with a very dubious one.

There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,- One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.

History is clarified experience.

Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?