... it is because sympathy is but a living again through our own past in a new form, that confession often prompts a response of confession.

I like to read about Moses best, in th' Old Testament. He carried a hard business well through, and died when other folks were going to reap the fruits; a man must have courage to look after his life so, and think what'll come f it after he's dead and gone.

Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.

And when a woman's will is as strong as the man's who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.

More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.

There's folks 'ud stand on their heads and then say the fault was i' their boots.

Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.