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

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.

A true test of friendship, to sit or walk with a friend for an hour in perfect silence , without wearying of one another's company.

For truly, the greatest of all external blessings is it to be able to lean your heart against another heart, faithful, tender, true, and tried, and record with a thankfulness that years deepen instead of diminishing, "I have got a friend!"

Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots

Happiness is not an end - it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence.

We never discover the value of things till we have lost them.