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.

It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.

It is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.

I've always felt that your belongings have never been on a level with you.

I am not magnanimous enough to like people who speak to me without seeming to see me

Under every guilty secret there is hidden a brood of guilty wishes, whose unwholesome infecting life is cherished by the darkness.

The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite outline of our ignorance.