The bow always strung ... will not do.

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

You know I have duties──we both have duties──before which feeling must be sacrificed.

We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.

If we only look far enough off for the consequence of our actions, we can always find some point in the combination of results by which those actions can be justified: by adopting the point of view of a Providence who arranges results, or of a philosopher who traces them, we shall find it possible to obtain perfect complacency in choosing to do what is most agreeable to us in the present moment.

When what is good comes of age, and is likely to live, there is reason for rejoicing.