Thinking has, many a time, made me sad, darling; but doing never did in all my life....My precept is, do something, my sister, do good if you can; but at any rate, do something.

She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness.

She freshens me up above a bit. Who'd ha thought that face - as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of - could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder how she'll sin. All on us must sing.

Those who are happy and successful themselves are too apt to make light of the misfortunes of others.

There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger.

As she realized what might have been, she grew to be thankful for what was.

Of all faults the one she most despised in others was the want of bravery; the meanness of heart which leads to untruth.