Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.

It is the way with half the truth amidst which we live, that it only haunts us and makes dull pulsations that are never born into sound.

More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.

We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one's life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.

Don't let us rejoice in punishment, even when the hand of God alone inflicts it. The best of us are but poor wretches, just saved from shipwreck. Can we feel anything but awe and pity when we see a fellow-passenger swallowed by the waves?

No man is matriculated to the art of life till he has been well tempted.

"Abroad," that large home of ruined reputations.