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

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

For we all of us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and act fatally on the strength of them.

Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the domain of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer --committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

The sweetest of all success is that which one wins by hard exertion.

The best happiness will be to escape the worst misery.