The secret of our emotions never lies in the bare object, but in its subtle relations to our own past.

What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.

Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

It is very hard to say the exact truth, even about your own immediate feelings – much harder than to say something fine about them which is not the exact truth.

It's easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient.

Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.

She hates everything that is not what she longs for.

We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.

You must mind and not lower the Church in people's eyes by seeming to be frightened about it for such a little thing.

The select natures who pant after the ideal, and find nothing in pantaloons or petticoats great enough to command their reverence and love, are curiously in unison with the narrowest and pettiest.

A woman may get to love by degrees—the best fire does not flare up the soonest.

In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.

The worst mockery God can make of a moralist is that He compels him to be asolipsist.

The taste for glory can make ordinary men behave in extraordinary ways.

Our happiness or misery depends upon our perception Not on the situation.

If we were logical the future would be bleak indeed. But we are more than logical. We are human beings and we have faith and we have hope and we can work.

Security is a false god begin making sacrifices to it and you are lost.

Mental communication without verbalization... all space is made up of waves and we are constantly sending and receiving messages from our brain.

Mathematicians seem to have no difficulty in creating new concepts faster than the old ones become well understood.

That's where Dr. [Martin Luther] King is mixed up. His goals should be the solution of the problem of the black man in America.

The whole plan hinged upon the natural curiosity of potatoes.