The pulpit style of Germany has been always rustically negligent, or bristling with pedantry.

War has a deeper and more ineffable relation to hidden grandeurs in man than has yet been deciphered.

Often one's dear friend talks something which one scruples to call rigmarole.

Either the human being must suffer and struggle as the price of a more searching vision, or his gaze must be shallow and without intellectual revelation.

Many a man has risen to eminence under the powerful reaction of his mind in fierce counter-agency to the scorn of the unworthy, daily evoked by his personal defects, who with a handsome person would have sunk into the luxury of a careless life under the tranquillizing smiles of continual admiration.

Rightly it is said of utter, utter misery, that it 'cannot be remembered'; itself, being a rememberable thing, is swallowed up in its own chaos.

Grief even in a child hates the light and shrinks from human eyes.