It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self.

Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.

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.

To know intense joy without a strong bodily frame, one must have an enthusiastic soul.

We are all apt to believe what the world believes about us.