Better spend an extra hundred or two on your son's education, than leave it him in your will.

Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

Half the sorrows of women would be averted if they could repress the speech they know to be useless-nay, the speech they have resolved not to utter.

We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.

We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.

... goodness is of a modest nature, easily discouraged, and when much elbowed in early life by unabashed vices, is apt to retire into extreme privacy, so that it is more easily believed in by those who construct a selfish old gentleman theoretically, than by those who form the narrower judgments based on his personal acquaintance.

Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others.