The wrong that rouses our angry passions finds only a medium in us; it passes through us like a vibration, and we inflict what we have suffered.

History repeats itself.

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

I like to read about Moses best, in th' Old Testament. He carried a hard business well through, and died when other folks were going to reap the fruits; a man must have courage to look after his life so, and think what'll come f it after he's dead and gone.