Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the domain of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.

To act with doubleness towards a man whose own conduct was double, was so near an approach to virtue that it deserved to be called by no meaner name than diplomacy.

I couldn't live in peace if I put the shadow of a willful sin between myself and God.

We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.

Expenditure--like ugliness and errors--becomes a totally new thing when we attach our own personality to it, and measure it by that wide difference which is manifest (in our own sensations) between ourselves and others.

Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.

An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.