It is easy to be humble when a greater is preferred; but when an inferior is lifted high above our heads, how can we bear it?
Constance Fenimore Woolsona daughter's love for a kind father ... is mixed with the careless happiness of childhood, which can never come again. Into the father's grave the daughter, sometimes a gray-haired woman, lays away forever the little pet names and memories which to all the rest of the world are but foolishness.
Constance Fenimore Woolson