That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own wrong-doing.

For we all of us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and act fatally on the strength of them.

Some people are born to make life pretty, and others to grumble that it is not pretty enough.

Hear Everything and judge for yourself

Receptiveness is a rare and massive power, like fortitude.

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.

Few things hold the perception more thoroughly captive than anxiety about what we have got to say