Like a bird she seems to wear gay plumage unconsciously, as if it grew upon her.

The call to religion is not a call to be better than your fellows, but to be better than yourself. Religion is relative to the individual.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents.

There is no slave out of heaven like a loving woman; and of all loving women, there is no such slave as a mother.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

Nobody ever sees truth except in fragments.