A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other.

... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

The last refuge of intolerance is in not tolerating the intolerant.

We are all humiliated by the sudden discovery of a fact which has existed very comfortably and perhaps been staring at us in private while we have been making up our world entirely without it.

We are not apt to fear for the fearless, when we are companions in their danger.

It is good to be helpful and kindly, but don't give yourself to be melted into candle grease for the benefit of the tallow trade.