I think what we call the dullness of things is a disease in ourselves. Else how could anyone find an intense interest in life? And many do.

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.

Keep true, never be ashamed of doing right.

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection entertains a sacrifice. Our thoughts are often worse than we are, just as they are often better.

Better spend an extra hundred or two on your son's education, than leave it him in your will.

The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.