Every year strips us of at least one vain expectation, and teaches us to reckon some solid good in its stead.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

Our selfishness is so robust and many-clutching that, well encouraged, it easily devours all sustenance away from our poor little scruples.

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

Character is not cut in marble - it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.

Mighty is the force of motherhood! It transforms all things by its vital heat.

trouble always seems heavier when it is only one's thought and not one's bodily activity that is employed about it.