Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!

Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!

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

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

Pity that consequences are determined not by excuses but by actions!

If I could only fancy myself clever, it would be better, but to be a failure of Nature and to know it is not a comfortable lot. It is the last lesson one learns, to be contented with one's inferiority -- but it must be learned.

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.