Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Poetry carries the imagery which is large enough for the kind of life we want for ourselves.
We were an ill-matched pair, my husband and I, from the very outset; he, with very high ideas of a husband’s authority and a wife’s submission, holding strongly to the ‘master-in-my-own-house theory,’ thinking much of the details of home arrangements, precise, methodical, easily angered and with difficulty appeased.
We have a right, also, in various ways, to act upon our unfavorable opinion of anyone, not to the oppression of his individuality, but in the exercise of ours.
The momentous thing in human life is the art of winning the soul to good or evil.
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
Better a bad excuse, than none at all.
Not as ours the books of old – Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore – Rows of type, and nothing more.
The classic think-tank is supposed to be sitting in an attic thinking up grand ideas.
As civilisation advances, the deities lessen in number, the divine powers become concentrated more and more in one Being, and God rules over the whole earth, maketh the clouds his chariot, and reigns above the waterfloods as a king.