The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

The world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.

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!

General rules will bear hard on particular cases.

...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

There are in this world two kinds of natures, - those that have wings, and those that have feet, - the winged and the walking spirits. The walking are the logicians; the winged are the instinctive and poetic.

Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.