Organized Christianity has probably done more to retard the ideals that were its founder’s than any other agency in the world.

Though actually the work of man’s hands – or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, – roads have long since come to seem so much a part of Nature that we have grown to think of them as a feature of the landscape no less natural than rocks and trees.

We also maintain – again with perfect truth – that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.

Time’s horses gallop down the lessening hill.

Celestial spirit that doth roll; The heart’s sepulchral stone away, Be this our resurrection day, The singing Easter of the soul – O gentle Master of the Wise, Teach us to say: “I will arise.”

A wholesome oblivion of one’s neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.

You can’t fake it. Bad writing is a gift.

A woman’s beauty is one of her great missions.

Stay the course, light a star, Change the world where’er you are.

Stay the course, light a star, Change the world where'er you are.