Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

... happy husbands and wives can hear each other say the same thing over and over again without being tired.

A medical man likes to make psychological observations, and sometimes in the pursuit of such studies is too easily tempted into momentous prophecy which life and death easily set at nought.

It is never too late to be who you want to be.

If I have read religious history aright, faith, hope, and charity have not always been found in a direct ratio with a sensibility to the three concords; and it is possible, thank heaven! to have very erroneous theories and very sublime feelings.