all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.

In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still find myself a self-subsisting and alas! self-seeking me.

The surest way to get a thing in this life is to be prepared for doing without it, to the exclusion even of hope.

Instead of boiling up individuals into the species, I would draw a chalk circle round every individuality, and preach to it to keep within that, and preserve and cultivate its identity.

If they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation than the words: Byron is dead!

The only thing that makes one place more attractive to me than another is the quantity of heart I find in it.