I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
Saints and martyrs had never interested Maggie so much as sages and poets.
Loquacity with tongue or pen is its own reward -- or, punishment.
It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self.
and we must learn to accommodate ourselves to the discovery that some of those cunningly-fashioned instruments called human souls have only a very limited range of music, and will not vibrate in the least under a touch that fills others with tremulous rapture or quivering agony.