What courage and patience are wanted for every life that aims to produce anything!

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.

The best part of a woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be sent away with her precious spikenard rejected, and her long tresses, too, that were let fall, ready to soothe the wearied feet.

The presence of a noble nature, generous in its wishes, ardent in its charity, changes the lights for us: we begin to see things again in their larger, quieter masses, and to believe that we too can be seen and judged in the wholeness of our character.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence.