the worst times come to an end if you can only wait long enough.

never was there a thoroughly noble nature without some romance in it.

It is a curious truth - and yet a truth forced upon us by daily observation - that it is not the women who have suffered most who are the unhappy women. A state of permanent unhappiness - not the morbid, half-cherished melancholy of youth, which generally wears off with wiser years, but that settled, incurable discontent and dissatisfaction with all things and all people, which we see in some women, is, with very rare exceptions, at once the index and the exponent of a thoroughly selfish character.

When faith and hope fail, as they do sometimes, we must try charity, which is love in action. We must speculate no more on our duty, but simply do it. When we have done it, however blindly, perhaps Heaven will show us why.

Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home, the delicious retirement of dependent love.

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.

our right or wrong use of money is the utmost test of character, as well as the root of happiness or misery, throughout our whole lives.