Those only can thoroughly feel the meaning of death who know what is perfect love.

It’s rather a strong check to one’s self-complacency to find how much of one’s right doing depends on not being in want of money.

The beginning of compunction is the beginning of a new life.

Hear Everything and judge for yourself

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.

It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a person's death consecrates him or her anew to us. It is as if life were not sacred too, as if it were comparatively a small thing to fail in love and reverence to the brother or sister who has to climb the whole toilsome mountain with us. It seems as if all our tears and tenderness were due to the one who is spared that hard journey.

In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.