We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.

My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.

It is a common enough case, that of a man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal.

There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.

There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

Surely it is not true blessedness to be free of sorrow while there is sorrow and sin in the world. Sorrow is a part of love and love does not seek to throw it off.

Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.