I am not imposed upon by fine words; I can see what actions mean.

Of a truth, Knowledge is power, but it is a power reined by scruple, having a conscience of what must be and what may be. . . .

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music.

The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

For character too is a process and an unfolding. . . among our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful. . . .

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

It is better - it shall be better with me because I have known you.