The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.

... goodness is of a modest nature, easily discouraged, and when much elbowed in early life by unabashed vices, is apt to retire into extreme privacy, so that it is more easily believed in by those who construct a selfish old gentleman theoretically, than by those who form the narrower judgments based on his personal acquaintance.

To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.

When a man has seen the woman whom he would have chosen if he had intended to marry speedily, his remaining a bachelor will usually depend on her resolution rather than on his.

There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.

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

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.