Though one can dine in New York, one could not dwell there.

It is always with the best intentions that the worst work is done.

The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion-these are the two things that govern us.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

Even things that are true can be proved.

It is that deep spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it.

Walt Whitman and Emerson are the poets who have given the world more than anyone else. Perhaps Whitman is not so widely read in England, but England never appreciates a poet until he is dead.