Age, with shamefaced relief, has learned the solvent quality of Time. It is this quality which makes possible the contemplation of certain embarrassing heavenly reunions.

Self-sacrifice which denies common sense is not a virtue. It's a spiritual dissipation.

Anger as well as love casts out fear.

By some mysterious method, Susan Carr's gossip gave the listener a gentler feeling towards his kind. When she spoke of her neighbors' faults, one knew that somehow they were simply virtues gone to seed.

... is there anything more unjust than to build gold and brass and iron on poor, well-meaning clay, -- and then blame the clay when the whole image falls into dust?

the blue and cloudless day closes like the lid of a casket of jewels upon the violet rim of sea, and shuts out the light.

If you are kind to an enemy, you cannot hate him.