O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

Unwonted circumstances may make us all rather unlike ourselves: there are conditions under which the most majestic person is obliged to sneeze, and our emotions are liable to be acted on in the same incongruous manner.

So deeply inherent is it in this life of ours that men have to suffer for each other's sins, so inevitably diffusive is human suffering, that even justice makes its victims, and we can conceive no retribution that does not spread beyond its mark in pulsations of unmerited pain.

Receptiveness is a rare and massive power, like fortitude.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.

It is seldom that the miserable can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.