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

There's folks 'ud stand on their heads and then say the fault was i' their boots.

How impossible it is for strong healthy people to understand the way in which bodily malaise and suffering eats at the root of one's life! The philosophy that is true - the religion that is strength to the healthy - is constantly emptiness to one when the head is distracted and every sensation is oppressive.

The greatest benefit we owe to the artist, whether painter, poet, or novelist, is the extension of our sympathies.

What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?

Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.

Try to take hold of your sensibility, and use it as if it were a faculty, like vision.