I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred - that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt. If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.

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.

The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.

True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love's sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.

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

The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.

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