I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.

The friend is the person whom one is in need of and by whom one is needed.

I am sure it is one's duty as a teacher to try to show boys that no opinions, no tastes, no emotions are worth much unless they are one's own. I suffered acutely as a boy from the lack of being shown this.

I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.

It seems sometimes as if one were powerless to do any more from within to overcome troubles, and that help must come from without.

What a strange power the perception of beauty is! It seems to ebb and flow like some secret tide, independent alike of health and disease, of joy or sorrow. There are times in our lives when we seem to go singing on our way, and when the beauty of the world sets itself like a quiet harmony to the song we uplift.

People seldom refuse help, if one offers it in the right way.