For character too is a process and an unfoldingamong our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful; whose distinguished mind is a little spotted with commonness; who is a little pinched here and protruberent there with native prejudices; or whose better energies are liable to lapse down the wrong channel under the influence of transient solicitations?

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.

The wit of a family is usually best received among strangers.

... one's own faults are always a heavy chain to drag through life and one can't help groaning under the weight now and then.

The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.