It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.

Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.

Affection is the broadest basis of a good life.

If a man goes a little too far along a new road, it is usually himself that he harms more than any one else.

There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.