Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.

It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.

It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.

We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one's life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.

The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

A proud heart and a lofty mountain are never fruitful.

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.