Headwinds are sore vexations and the more passengers the sorer.

But whoso is heroic must find crises to try his edge. Human virtue demands her champions and martyrs, and the trial of persecution always proceeds.

Throughout the ages there have always been those who have been willing to go beyond the norms and reach for that unknown and distant star.

Yet time and space are but inverse measures of the force of the soul. The spirit sports with time.

No reason can be asked or given why the soul seeks beauty. Beauty, in its largest and profoundest sense, is one expression for the universe. God is the all-fair. Truth, and goodness, and beauty, are but different faces of the same All.

The genius of reading and of gardening are antagonistic, like resinous and vitreous electricity. One is concentrative in sparks and shocks: the other is diffuse strength; so that each disqualifies its workman for the other's duties.

A beautiful woman is a picture which drives all beholders nobly mad.