Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.

If he be Mr. Hyde" he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.

The first experience can never be repeated. The first love, the first sun-rise, the first South Sea Island, are memories apart, and touched a virginity of sense.

Saints are sinners who kept on going.

Truth in spirit, not truth to the letter, is the true veracity.

To have suffered ... sets a keen edge on what remains of the agreeable. This is a great truth and has to be learned in the fire.