Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.

Resignation, not mystic, not detached, but resignation open-eyed, conscious, and informed by love, is the only one of our feelings for which it is impossible to become a sham.

Even extreme grief may ultimately vent itself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy

Happiness, happiness ... the flavor is with you-with you alone, and you can make it as intoxicating as you please.

They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force--nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.

God is for men, and religion for women.