They are called finishing-schools and the name tells accurately what they are. They finish everything.

It is finer to bring one noble human being into the world and rear it well... than to kill ten thousand.

I know there will be spring, as surely as the birds know it when they see above the snow two tiny, quivering green leaves. Spring cannot fail us.

If the bird does like its cage, and does like its sugar and will not leave it, why keep the door so very carefully shut?

Soul, what have I to do with you?

the brain works better if the hand works too.

Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.