Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness; and most young girls, prompted by instinctive tenderness, lean towards mysticism, the obscurer side of religion.

The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.

Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.

Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?

Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.

We do not attach ourselves lastingly to anything that has not cost us care, labor or longing.

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.