Trouble comes to us all in this life: we set our hearts on things which it isn't God's will for us to have, and then we go sorrowing.

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

There's things to put up wi' in ivery place, an' you may change an' change an' not better yourself when all's said an' done.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.

What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity.

One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!