It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.

Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.

Woman already controls by not seeming to do so. Talk no more of her rights.

It needs a great nature to bear the weight of a great gratitude.

Flowers belong to Fairyland: the flowers and the birds and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden age--the only perfectly beautiful things on earth--joyous, innocent, half divine--useless, say they who are wiser than God.

Hypocrites weep, and you cannot tell their tears from those of saints; but no bad man ever laughed sweetly yet.

Who has passed by the fates of disillusion has died twice.