So deeply inherent is it in this life of ours that men have to suffer for each other's sins, so inevitably diffusive is human suffering, that even justice makes its victims, and we can conceive no retribution that does not spread beyond its mark in pulsations of unmerited pain.

Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.

We have no right to come forward and urge wider changes for good, until we have tried to alter the evils which lie under our own hands.

Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.

Fine old Christmas, with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in the noblest fashion, and had set off his rich gifts of warmth and color with all the heightening contrast of frost and snow.

Those only can thoroughly feel the meaning of death who know what is perfect love.

To know intense joy without a strong bodily frame, one must have an enthusiastic soul.