How much finer things are in composition than alone.

Why should we not have a first-hand and immediate experience of God?

Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn

Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as two sides of an algebraic equation.

Every body we know surrounds himself with a fine house, fine books, conservatory, gardens, equipage, and all manner of toys, as screens to interpose between himself and his guest. Does it not seem as if man was of a very sly, elusive nature, and dreaded nothing so much as a full rencontre front to front with his fellow?

The trail of the serpent reaches into all the lucrative professions and practices of man. Each has its own wrongs. Each finds a tender and very intelligent conscience a disqualification for success. Each requires of the practitioner a certain shutting of the eyes, a certain dapperness and compliance, an acceptance of customs, a sequestration from the sentiments of generosity and love, a compromise of private opinion and lofty integrity.

I wish to say what I think and feel today, with the proviso that tomorrow perhaps I shall contradict it all.