Youth, like a flame, burned ever in his breast, and to youth he turned, to the round little limbs, so reckless, that wanted care, to the small round faces so unreasonably solemn or bright, to the treble tongues, and the shrill, chuckling laughter, to the insistent tugging hands, and the feel of small bodies against his legs, to all that was young and young, and once more young.

It’s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it’s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.

Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands – a faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.

He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!

Love! Beyond meaure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.

Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.

How to save the old that’s worth saving, whether in landscape, houses, manners, institutions, or human types, is one of our greatest problems, and the one that we bother least about.

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.

It isn’t enough to love people because they’re good to you, or because in some way or other you’re going to get something by it. We have to love because we love loving.

One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.