Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.

We are not apt to fear for the fearless, when we are companions in their danger.

Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.

But certain winds will make men's temper bad.

When a workman knows the use of his tools, he can make a door as well as a window.

in certain crises direct expression of sympathy is the least possible to those who most feel sympathy.

Wine and the sun will make vinegar without any shouting to help them.