There is in the heart of woman such a deep well of love that no age can freeze it.

When the soul communes with itself the lip is silent.

There is one form of hope which is never unwise, and which certainly does not diminish with the increase of knowledge. In that form it changes its name, and we call it patience.

A friend who stands with you in pressure is more valuable than a hundred ones who stand with you in pleasure.

Master books, but do not let them master you.

There is a world of science necessary in choosing books. I have known some people in great sorrow fly to a novel, or the last light book in fashion. One might as well take a rose-draught for the plague! Light reading does not do when the heart is really heavy. I am told that Goethe, when he lost his son, took to study a science that was new to him. Ah! Goethe was a physician who knew what he was about.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.