What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.

the realization of great mutual love can at times be so overwhelming a thing, that even the bravest of hearts may grow fearful.

A great many women can feel and behave like men. Very few of them can behave like gentlemen.

Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.

The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth.

It is bad for the soul to know itself a coward, it is apt to take refuge in mere wordy violence.

Language is surely too small a vessel to contain these emotions of mind and body that have somehow awakened a response in the spirit.