Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.

My love though silly is more brave.

Commemoration of Richard Meux Benson, Founder of the Society of St John the Evangelist, 1915 Our critical day is not the very day of our death, but the whole course of our life; I thank him, that prays for me when my bell tolls; but I thank him much more, that catechizes me, or preaches to me, or instructs me how to live.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

Other men's crosses are not my crosses.

Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.

Commemoration of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator of the Scriptures, 1922 A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my knees, a noise in my ear, a light in my eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy, a chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayers.