There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

It is not true that a man's intellectual power is, like the strength of a timber beam, to be measured by its weakest point.

The fact is, both callers and work thicken - the former sadly interfering with the latter.

Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.

Some discouragement, some faintness of heart at the new real future which replaces the imaginary, is not unusual, and we do not expect people to be deeply moved by what is not unusual. That element of tragedy which lies in the very fact of frequency has not yet wrought itself into the coarse emotion of mankind, and perhaps our frames could hardly bear much of it. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

I always think the flowers can see us, and know what we are thinking about.

God, immortality, duty - how inconceivable the first, how unbelievable the second, how peremptory and absolute the third.