Her heart went out to him with a stronger movement than ever, at the thought that people would blame him. Maggie hated blame; she had been blamed her whole life, and nothing had come of it but evil tempers.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.

We are on a perilous margin when we begin to look passively at our future selves, and see our own figures led with dull consent into insipid misdoing and shabby achievement.

I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one's mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.

The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.

To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.

Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.