The trees have inquisitive eyes, haven't they? -that is, seem as if they had. And the river says,-'Why do ye trouble me with your looks?' And you seem to see numbers of to-morrows just all in a line, the first of them the biggest and clearest, the others getting smaller and smaller as they stand further away; but they all seem very fierce and cruel and as if they said, 'I'm coming! Beware of me! Beware of me!

Give the enemy not only a road for flight, but also a means of defending it.

Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.

If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so?

It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity

...Nameless, unknown to me as you were, I couldn't forget your voice!' 'For how long?' 'O - ever so long. Days and days.' 'Days and days! Only days and days? O, the heart of a man! Days and days!' 'But, my dear madam, I had not known you more than a day or two. It was not a full-blown love - it was the merest bud - red, fresh, vivid, but small. It was a colossal passion in embryo. It never returned.