Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.

There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.

There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.

Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.