As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate.

Truly, this world can go on without us, if we would but think so.

Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.