I know forgiveness is a man's duty, but, to my thinking, that can only mean as you're to give up all thoughts o' taking revenge: it can never mean as you're t' have your old feelings back again, for that's not possible.

trouble always seems heavier when it is only one's thought and not one's bodily activity that is employed about it.

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

It is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.

Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the domain of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.

Life is like our game at whist ... I don't enjoy the game much, but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it.