The soul awakes ... between two dim eternities - the eternal past, the eternal future.

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.

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

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.

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.

If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.