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.

What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?

Mighty is the force of motherhood! It transforms all things by its vital heat.

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.

It's a father's duty to give his sons a fine chance.

Death is the only physician, the shadow of his valley the only journeying that will cure us of age and the gathering fatigue of years.

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