It is one thing to see your road, another to cut it.

So deeply inherent is it in this life of ours that men have to suffer for each other's sins, so inevitably diffusive is human suffering, that even justice makes its victims, and we can conceive no retribution that does not spread beyond its mark in pulsations of unmerited pain.

Plain women he regarded as he did the other severe facts of life, to be faced with philosophy and investigated by science.

even those who call themselves 'intimate' know very little about each other - hardly ever know just how a sorrow is felt, and hurt each other by their very attempts at sympathy or consolation. We can bear no hand on our bruises.

I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.

Well, I aren't like a bird-clapper, forced to make a rattle when the wind blows on me. I can keep my own counsel when there's no good i' speaking.

Wise books For half the truths they hold are honored tombs.