... learning to love any one is like an increase of property, -- it increases care, and brings many new fears lest precious things should come to harm.

Falsehood is so easy, truth so difficult. Even with no motive to be false, it is very hard to say the exact truth.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral.

Perhaps nothing ud be a lesson to us if it didn't come too late. It's well we should feel as life's a reckoning we can't make twice over; there's no real making amends in this world, any more nor you can mend a wrong subtraction by doing your addition right.

There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.

There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.

Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!