There is so much to read and the days are so short! I get more hungry for knowledge every day, and less able to satisfy my hunger.

There are many victories worse than a defeat.

It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a man's death hallows him anew to us; as if life were not sacred too.

In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness.

To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.

... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

What is better than to love and live with the loved? -- But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.