There is a law in human nature which draws us to like what we passionately condemn.
Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.
Any relations in a social order will endure, if there is infused into them some of that spirit of human sympathy which qualifies life for immortality.
You can’t evoke great spirits and eat plums at the same time.
Seek on earth what you have found in heaven.
In the lost boyhood of Judas, Christ was betrayed.
Reason, alas, does not remove mountains. It only tries to walk around them, and see what is on the other side.
Whiskey: a torchligh procession marching down your throat.
Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
No leader, however great a personality he may be, is as important to a people as their own intellectual development.
A literary movement: five or six people who live in the same town and hate each other.
When steam first began to pump and wheels go round at so many revolutions per minute, what are called business habits were intended to make the life of man run in harmony with the steam engine, and his movement rival the train in punctuality.
We are tired who follow after fantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter stain our hearts with richest dyes.
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
People tell me that the countryside must always be stupid and backward, and I get angry, as if it were said that only townspeople had immortal souls, and that it was only in the city that the flame of divinity breathed into the first men had an unobscured glow.
Forgive me, Spirit of my spirit, for this, that I have found it easier to read the mystery told in tears and understood Thee better in sorrow than in joy.
We may fight against what is wrong, but if we allow ourselves to hate, that is to insure our spiritual defeat and our likeness to what we hate.