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

There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room, and to have a discussion coolly waived when you feel that justice is all on your own side is even more exasperating in marriage than in philosophy.

People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.

We cannot reform our forefathers.

The perpetual mourner -- the grief that can never be healed -- is innocently enough felt to be wearisome by the rest of the world. And my sense of desolation increases. Each day seems a new beginning -- a new acquaintance with grief.

The worst service, I fancy, that anyone can do for truth, is to set silly people writing on its behalf.

Our sense of duty must often wait for some work which shall take the place of dilettanteism [sic] and make us feel that the quality of our action is not a matter of indifference.