Love which rises from the grave to comfort us, possesses more of the
demons' than the angels' power. It terrifies us with its
supernatural qualities and deprives us temporarily of our reason.
Suppressed steam and suppressed emotion are dangerous things to deal
with.
The infant who wants its mother's breast, and the woman who wants her
lover's arms, are poor subjects to reason with. Though you tell the
former that fever has poisoned the mother's milk, or the latter that
destruction lies in the lover's embrace, one heeds you no more than
the other.
The accumulated knowledge of ages is sometimes revealed by a kiss.
Where wisdom is bliss, it is folly to be ignorant.
Some of us have to crucify our hearts before we find our souls.
A woman cannot fully know charity until she has met passion; but too
intimate an acquaintance with the latter destroys her appreciation of
all the virtues.
To feel temptation and resist it, renders us liberal in our judgment
of all our kind. To yield to it, fills us with suspicion of all.
There is an ecstatic note in pain which is never reached in
happiness.
The death of a great passion is a terrible thing, unless the dawn of
a greater truth shines on the grave.
Love ought to have no past tense.
Love partakes of the feline nature. It has nine lives.
It seems to be difficult for some of us to distinguish between
looseness of views, and charitable judgments. To be sorry for
people's sins and follies and to refuse harsh criticism is right; to
accept them as a matter of course is wrong.
Love and sorrow are twins, and knowledge is their nurse.
The pathway of the soul is not a steady ascent, but hilly and broken.
We must sometimes go lower, in order to get higher.
That which is to-day, and will be to-morrow, must have been
yesterday. I know that I live, I believe that I shall live again,
and have lived before.
Earth life is the middle rung of a long ladder which we climb in the
dark. Though we cannot see the steps below, or above, they exist all
the same.
The materialist denying spirit is like the burr of the chestnut
denying the meat within.
The inevitable is always right.
Prayer is a skeleton key that opens unexpected doors. We may not
find the things we came to seek, but we find other treasures.
The pessimist belongs to God's misfit counter.
Art, when divorced from Religion, always becomes a wanton.
To forget benefits we have received is a crime. To remember benefits
we have bestowed is a greater one.