All around us lies what we neither understand nor use. Our capacities, our instincts for this our present sphere are but half developed. Let us confine ourselves to that till the lesson be learned; let us be completely natural; before we trouble ourselves with the supernatural. I never see any of these things but I long to get away and lie under a green tree and let the wind blow on me. There is marvel and charm enough in that for me.

We need to hear the excuses men make to themselves for their worthlessness.

What a difference it makes to come home to a child!

How many persons must there be who cannot worship alone since they are content with so little.

Art can only be truly art by presenting an adequate outward symbol of some fact in the interior life.

It is so true that a woman may be in love with a woman, and a man with a man. It is pleasant to be sure of it, because it is undoubtedly the same love that we shall feel when we are angels.

Those have not lived who have not seen Rome.