The sun was like a word written between the sea and the sky, a word that was swallowed up by the sea before any man had time to read it.

What is this Charity, this clinking of money between strangers, and when did Charity cease to be a comforting and secret thing between one friend and another? Does Love make her voice heard through a committee, does Love employ an almoner to convey her message to her neighbor? ... The real Love knows her neighbor face to face, and laughs with him and weeps with him, and eats and drinks with him, so that at last, when his black day dawns, she may share with him, not what she can spare, but all that she has.

The sun was like a word written between the sea and the sky, a word that was swallowed up by the sea before any man had time to read it.

The more committees you belong to, the less of ordinary life you will understand. When your daily round becomes nothing more than a daily round of committees you might as well be dead.

Call no man a foe, but never love a stranger.

The Law likes to be argued with. Take away words and where is the Law? Silence always annoys it.

There are some people who can never see a little cloud of fantasy float across the horizon of their dreams without building a heavy castle in the air upon it, and bringing it to earth.