There is a mercy which is weakness, and even treason against the common good.

[It is easier] to quell emotion than to incur the consequences of venting it.

Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer --committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

But most of us are apt to settle within ourselves that the man who blocks our way is odious, and not to mind causing him a little of the disgust which his personality excites in ourselves.

The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.

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