It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a man's death hallows him anew to us; as if life were not sacred too.

There are robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.

We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.

Her heart went out to him with a stronger movement than ever, at the thought that people would blame him. Maggie hated blame; she had been blamed her whole life, and nothing had come of it but evil tempers.

It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had no childhood in it if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass . . .

It is, I fear, but a vain show of fulfilling the heathen precept, ''Know thyself,'' and too often leads to a self- estimate which will subsist in the absence of that fruit by which alone the quality of the tree is made evident.