I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.

The man of regular life and rational mind never despairs.

It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.

You — you strange — you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh. You — poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are — I entreat to accept me as a husband.

Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive.

A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.

flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery.