Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial distance! What hymning of cancerous vices may we not languish over as sublimest art in the safe remoteness of a strange language and artificial phrase! Yet we keep a repugnance to rheumatism and other painful effects when presented in our personal experience.

After all, the true seeing is within.

No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.

It is a wonderful subduer-this need of love, this hunger of the heart.

Loquacity with tongue or pen is its own reward -- or, punishment.

I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.

Speech may be barren; but it is ridiculous to suppose that silence is always brooding on a nestful of eggs.