The men are mostly so slow, their thoughts overrun 'em, an' they can only catch 'em by the tail. I can count a stocking-top while a man's getting's tongue ready; an' when he outs wi' his speech at last, there's little broth to be made on't. It's your dead chicks take the longest hatchin'.

One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.

Beauty is part of the finished language by which goodness speaks.

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.

Surely there was something taught her by this experience of great need; and she must be learning a secret of human tenderness and long-suffering, that the less erring could hardly know?

There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.

The worst service, I fancy, that anyone can do for truth, is to set silly people writing on its behalf.