Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.

It is a wonderful subduer, this need of love-this hunger of the heart-as peremptory as that other hunger by which Nature forces us to submit to the yoke, and change the face of the world.

There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart.

There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.

Most of us who turn to any subject we love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within, as the first traceable beginning of our love.

A proud heart and a lofty mountain are never fruitful.