But how little we know what would make paradise for our neighbours! We judge from our own desires, and our neighbours themselves are not always open enough even to throw out a hint of theirs.

Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.

We have no right to come forward and urge wider changes for good, until we have tried to alter the evils which lie under our own hands.

No man is matriculated to the art of life till he has been well tempted.

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

"Abroad," that large home of ruined reputations.

Human experience is usually paradoxical.