A picture of human life such as a great artist can give, surprises even the trivial and the selfish into that attention to what is apart from themselves, which may be called the raw material of moral sentiment.

It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine--something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.

The men are mostly so slow, their thoughts overrun 'em, an' they can only catch 'em by the tail. I can count a stocking-top while a man's getting's tongue ready; an' when he outs wi' his speech at last, there's little broth to be made on't. It's your dead chicks take the longest hatchin'.

For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.

Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.

We judge other according to results; how else?--not knowing the process by which results are arrived at.

It is difficult for woman to try to be anything good when she is not believed in.