To find beauty in ugliness is the province of the poet

Good, but not religious-good.

To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the breeze the fir-trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash …

It is commonly said that no man was ever converted by argument, but there is a single one which will make any Laodicean in England, let him be once love-sick, wear prayer-books and become a zealous Episcopalian – the argument that his …

With all, the beautiful things of the earth become more dear as they elude pursuit; but with some natures utter elusion is the one special event which will make a passing love permanent for ever.

To discover evil in a new friend is to most people only an additional experience.

For of all the miseries attaching to miserable love, the worst is the misery of thinking that the passion which is the cause of them all may cease.