There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it.

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.

General rules will bear hard on particular cases.

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

The human heart yearns for the beautiful in all ranks of life. The beautiful things that God makes are His gift to all alike. I know there are many of the poor who have fine feeling and a keen sense of the beautiful, which rusts out and dies because they are too hard pressed to procure it any gratification.

It is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.

Money is a great help everywhere; - can't have too much, if you get it honestly.