Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.

You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.

I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.

Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.

Odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline.

Time can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it seems impossible, and so / All that you need is patience.

My temptation is quiet. Here at life's end Neither loose imagination Nor the mill of the mind Consuming its rag and bone, Can make the truth known.