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.

Perhaps his might be one of the natures where a wise estimate of consequences is fused in the fires of that passionate belief which determines the consequences it believes in.

What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity.

It is well known to all experienced minds that our firmest convictions are often dependent on subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.

If Art does not enlarge men's sympathies, it does nothing morally.

It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.