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

Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.

It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a person's death consecrates him or her anew to us. It is as if life were not sacred too, as if it were comparatively a small thing to fail in love and reverence to the brother or sister who has to climb the whole toilsome mountain with us. It seems as if all our tears and tenderness were due to the one who is spared that hard journey.

She was no longer struggling against the perception of facts, but adjusting herself to their clearest perception.

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.

Steady work turns genius to a loom.

We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.