Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others.

It had already occurred to him that books were stuff, and that life was stupid.

There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives?

A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other.

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.

To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.

A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain To feel much anger.