I shall do everything it becomes me to do.

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

Only those who know the supremacy of the intellectual life──the life which has a seed of ennobling thought and purpose within──can understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances.

We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.

Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.

So deeply inherent is it in this life of ours that men have to suffer for each other's sins, so inevitably diffusive is human suffering, that even justice makes its victims, and we can conceive no retribution that does not spread beyond its mark in pulsations of unmerited pain.

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.