The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one's self a fool.

Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.

It is to the credit of human nature that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.

Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream

Or-but this more rarely happened-she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it.

Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.

She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy.