There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

If you are to rule men, you must rule them through their own ideas.

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.

There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.

Appearances have very little to do with happiness.

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

A child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts." —WORDSWORTH.