In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fiber of memory that can be touched to gentle issues.

For character too is a process and an unfolding. . . among our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful. . . .

A blush is no language; only a dubious flag - signal which may mean either of two contradictories

It is very hard to say the exact truth, even about your own immediate feelings – much harder than to say something fine about them which is not the exact truth.

Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future.

To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.

Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.