Many an irritating fault, many an unlovely oddity, has come of a hard sorrow.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

Few things hold the perception more thoroughly captive than anxiety about what we have got to say

People who write finely must not expect to be left in repose; they will be molested with thanks, at least.

Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.