There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born.

I think there are stores laid up in our human nature that our understandings can make no complete inventory of.

But most of us are apt to settle within ourselves that the man who blocks our way is odious, and not to mind causing him a little of the disgust which his personality excites in ourselves.

My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.

Wise books For half the truths they hold are honored tombs.

But, bless us, things may be lovable that are not altogether handsome, I hope?

This is a puzzling world, and Old Harry's got a finger in it.