One meets and wakes you to vivid life in an immortal hour. Thousands could not do it through eternity.

One meets and wakes you to vivid life in an immortal hour. Thousands could not do it through eternity.

People incline to doubt the superiority of a person who will associate with them.

There should be a colossal mother going about the world to turn men over her lap and give them the slipper. They pine for it.

The stoicism that comes of endurance has something of death in it.

The form of religion was always a trivial matter to me. ... The pageantry of the Roman Church that first mothered and nurtured me touches me to this day. I love the Protestant prayers of the English Church. And I love the stern and knotty argument, the sermon with heads and sequences, of the New England Congregationalist. For this catholicity Catholics have upbraided me, churchmen rebuked me, and dissenters denied that I had any religion at all.

To see men admitting that you are what you believe yourself to be, is one of the triumphs of existence.