History, we know, is apt to repeat itself.

but very little achievement is required in order to pity another man's shortcomings.

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

It is in the nature of foolish reasonings to seem good to the foolish reasoner.

Mighty is the force of motherhood! It transforms all things by its vital heat.

... we are most of us brought up in the notion that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the beings who would suffer the wrong.

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.