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.

And when a woman's will is as strong as the man's who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.

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.

The select natures who pant after the ideal, and find nothing in pantaloons or petticoats great enough to command their reverence and love, are curiously in unison with the narrowest and pettiest.

Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.