The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
She stood for a moment looking up at the stars, so far, so many, bright and cold. And with a faint smile she thought: ‘I wonder which is my lucky star!
He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place - service - social service - the ants creed, the bees creed.
The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
Headlines twice the size of the events.
When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing - deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
