Beatrice Potter Webb

If a weakly mortal is to do anything in the world besides eat the bread thereof, there must be a determined subordination of the whole nature to the one aim no trifling with time, which is passing, with strength which is only too limited.

Religion is love; in no case is it logic.

Renunciation - that is the great fact we all, individuals and classes, have to learn. In trying to avoid it we bring misery to ourselves and others.

Work is the best of narcotics, providing the patient be strong enough to take it. I dread idleness as if it were Hell.

So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.