A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

You know I have duties──we both have duties──before which feeling must be sacrificed.

Of a truth, Knowledge is power, but it is a power reined by scruple, having a conscience of what must be and what may be. . . .

Don't judge a book by its cover

... one always believes one's own town to be more stupid than any other.

To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.

It's no trifle at her time at her time of life to part with a doctor who knows her constitution.