We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.

We judge other according to results; how else?--not knowing the process by which results are arrived at.

Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty.

When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.

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

The moment of finding a fellow-creature is often as full of mingled doubt and exultation, as the moment of finding an idea.

The select natures who pant after the ideal, and find nothing in pantaloons or petticoats great enough to command their reverence and love, are curiously in unison with the narrowest and pettiest.