What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.

A picture of human life such as a great artist can give, surprises even the trivial and the selfish into that attention to what is apart from themselves, which may be called the raw material of moral sentiment.

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

To superficial observers his chin had too vanishing an aspect, looking as if it were being gradually reabsorbed. And it did indeed cause him some difficulty about the fit of his satin stocks, for which chins were at that time useful.

Selfish— a judgment readily passed by those who have never tested their own power of sacrifice.

The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.