Where can one find a profounder desolation than in the poor child who has lost its mother?

When a woman gets the idea of justice, there's no teaching her any sense.

Sara could commit adultery at one end and weep for her sins at the other, and enjoy both operations at once.

Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends. Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.

God is a character, a real and consistent being, or He is nothing. If God did a miracle He would deny His own nature and the universe would simply blow up, vanish, become nothing.

No doubt any connoisseur, any collector, some bored old millionaire when he shows off his treasures, is seeking in your praise the resurrection and the life.

No one can estimate the power of authority among poor and uneducated people in a world whose problems confuse even the wisest.