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

Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.

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.

Why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?

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

So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.

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.