We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.

Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.

... in no part of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, in the absence of suitable furniture and complete dinner-service.

One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.

The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.

I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.

Only those who know the supremacy of the intellectual life──the life which has a seed of ennobling thought and purpose within──can understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances.