Receptiveness is a rare and massive power, like fortitude.

I think I dislike what I don't like more than I like what I like.

There are robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.

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

Friendships begin with liking or gratitude- roots that can be pulled up.

How can one ever do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts?

All writing seems to me worse in the state of proof than in any other form. In manuscript one's own wisdom is rather remarkable to one, but in proof it has the effect of one's private furniture repeated in the shop windows. And then there is the sense that the worst errors will go to press unnoticed!