Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.

Surely there was something taught her by this experience of great need; and she must be learning a secret of human tenderness and long-suffering, that the less erring could hardly know?

The last refuge of intolerance is in not tolerating the intolerant.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

Power of generalizing gives men so much the superiority in mistake over the dumb animals.

One couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.

We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.