Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.

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

A good horse makes short miles.

Character is not cut in marble - it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

Those only can thoroughly feel the meaning of death who know what is perfect love.

No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.