She thought it was part of the hardship of her life that there was laid upon her the burthen of larger wants than others seemed to feel – that she had to endure this wide hopeless yearning for that something, whatever it was, that was greatest and best on this earth.

We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.

To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.

Hear Everything and judge for yourself

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

Them as ha' never had a cushion don't miss it.

The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.