A man falling into dark waters seeks a momentary footing even on sliding stones.

In the first moments when we come away from the presence of death, every other relation to the living is merged, to our feeling, in the great relation of a common nature and a common destiny.

Correct English is the slang of prigs.

For character too is a process and an unfolding. . . among our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful. . . .

It is difficult for woman to try to be anything good when she is not believed in.

It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.

Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without us; there have been many circulation of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud.