Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.

Oh, child, men's men: gentle or simple, they're much of a muchness.

... one's own faults are always a heavy chain to drag through life and one can't help groaning under the weight now and then.

We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.

I used to come from the village with all that dirt and coarse ugliness like a pain within me, and the simpering pictures in the drawing-room seemed to me like a wicked attempt to find delight in what is false, while we don't mind how hard the truth is for the neighbors outside our walls. I think we have no right to come forward and urge wider changes for good, until we have tried to alter the evils which lie under our own hands.

Teach love, for that is what you are.

Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.