One only "right" we have to assert in common with mankind--and that is as much in our hands as theirs--is the right of having something to do.

we are so scornful when we are young!

... what a fatal thing in pictures, books, or human lives, is a lack of proportion.

A person who is careless about money is careless about everything, and untrustworthy in everything.

Silence sweeter is than speech.

There can be - there ought to be - no medium course; a love-affair is either sober earnest or contemptible folly, if not wickedness: to gossip about it is, in the first instance, intrusive, unkind, or dangerous; in the second, simply silly.

I fear, the inevitable conclusion we must all come to is, that in the world happiness is quite indefinable. We can no more grasp it than we can grasp the sun in the sky or the moon in the water. We can feel it interpenetrating our whole being with warmth and strength; we can see it in a pale reflection shining elsewhere; or in its total absence, we, walking in darkness, learn to appreciate what it is by what it is not.