Once in an age God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false-imagining, an unreal character, but looking through the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature,--loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.

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

People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.

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

It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed - who cannot speak for themselves.

Come down here once, and use your eyes, and you will know more than we can teach you.

Rome is an astonishment!