Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own.

Except in this ignorant and material century, men have always worn precious stuffs and beautiful colours as well as women.

The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.

I have noticed that the Christianity of a certain class of respectable people begins when they open their prayer-books at eleven o'clock on Sunday morning, and ends when they shut them up again at one o'clock on Sunday afternoon. Nothing so astonishes and insults Christians of this sort as reminding them of their Christianity on a week-day.

The best men are not consistent in good-- why should the worst men be consistent in evil.

The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.

Men little know when they say hard things to us how well we remember them, and how much harm they do us.