When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture.

The plan of this world is infinite similarity and yet infinite variety.

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

There is no sorrow under heaven which is, or ought to be, endless. To believe or to make it so, is an insult to Heaven itself.

But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

we are so scornful when we are young!

One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.