Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile.

Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.

The greatest benefit we owe to the artist, whether painter, poet, or novelist, is the extension of our sympathies.

Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.

I not only want to be loved, I want to be told that I'm loved.

We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born.

We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.