There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it.

in certain crises direct expression of sympathy is the least possible to those who most feel sympathy.

Some discouragement, some faintness of heart at the new real future which replaces the imaginary, is not unusual, and we do not expect people to be deeply moved by what is not unusual. That element of tragedy which lies in the very fact of frequency has not yet wrought itself into the coarse emotion of mankind, and perhaps our frames could hardly bear much of it. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.

The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.

It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.

Appearances have very little to do with happiness.