Remember, love is all a woman has to give, but it is the only thing which God permits us to carry beyond the grave.

When a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things. Either she falls into saving hands and becomes better, or she rapidly assumes the cosmopolitan standard of virtue and becomes worse

Nature, machine-like, works definitely and heartlessly, if in the main beautifully. Hence, if we, as individuals, do not make this dream of a god or what he stands for us real in our thoughts and deeds, then he is not real or true.

If I were personally to define religion, I would say that it is a bandage that man has invented to protect a soul made bloody by circustance.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

The strong man wants to be allowed to DO; the little man wants to stop him.

Nothing is proved, all is permitted.