The sharp experiences of belief in the supposititious life of matter, as well as our disappointments and ceaseless woes, turn us like tired children to the arms of divine Love.

Spring is my sweetheart.

Great mischief comes from attempts to steady other people's altars.

Complaint is poverty.

We should examine ourselves and learn what is the affection and purpose of the heart, for in this way only can we learn what we honestly are.

Mankind thinks either too much or too little of sin.

Literary commercialism is lowering the intellectual standard to accommodate the purse and to meet a frivolous demand for amusement instead of for improvement.