A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.

My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.

Habit is the beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectfully and unhappy men to live calmly

The most solid comfort one can fall back upon is the thought that the business of one's life is to help in some small way to reduce the sum of ignorance, degradation and misery on the face of this beautiful earth.

Consequences are unpitying.

Doubtless a great anguish may do the work of years, and we may come out from that baptism of fire with a soul full of new awe and new pity.

It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.