When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was – he only saw the brightness of the Lord.
In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past – sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
One can say everything best over a meal.
Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he’s sure of losing.
We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one’s life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.
No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.
Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of those who diffuse it: it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker.
The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.
Effective magic is transcendent nature.
The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.
Friendships begin with liking or gratitude- roots that can be pulled up.
The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
Imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity.
We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
Shall we, because we walk on our hind feet, assume to ourselves only the privilege of imperishability?
I like trying to get pregnant. I’m not so sure about childbirth.
If Art does not enlarge men’s sympathies, it does nothing morally.