The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.

"It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them."

The poverty of our imagination is no measure of say the world's resources. Our posterity will no doubt get fuel in ways that we are unable to devise for them.

"We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves."

It is seldom that the miserable of the world can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.