When the milk of human kindness turns sour, it is a singularly unpalatable draught.

It is difficult to admonish Frenchmen. Their habit of mind is unfavorable to preachment.

We cannot hope to scale great moral heights by ignoring petty obligations.

Diaries tell their little tales with a directness, a candor, conscious or unconscious, a closeness of outlook, which gratifies our sense of security. Reading them is like gazing through a small clear pane of glass. We may not see far and wide, but we see very distinctly that which comes within our field of vision.

to be civilized is to be incapable of giving unnecessary offense, it is to have some quality of consideration for all who cross our path.

For indeed all that we think so new to-day has been acted over and over again, a shifting comedy, by the women of every century.

Everybody is now so busy teaching that nobody has any time to learn.