I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.

One part of the science of living is to learn just what our own responsibility is, and to let other people's alone.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!

the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage.

Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.

That ignorant confidence in one's self and one's future, which comes in life's first dawn, has a sort of mournful charm in experienced eyes, who know how much it all amounts to.

it isn't mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.