I am not magnanimous enough to like people who speak to me without seeming to see me

Teach love, for that is what you are.

... the true seeing is within; and painting stares at you with an insistent imperfection.

To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.

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.

... it is because sympathy is but a living again through our own past in a new form, that confession often prompts a response of confession.

Affection is the broadest basis of a good life.