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

Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.

When one has been threatened with a great injustice, one accepts a smaller as a favour.

The longer I live, the more I am certified that men, in all that relates to their own health, have not common sense! whether it be their pride, or their impatience, or their obstinancy, or their ingrained spirit of contradiction, that stupefies and misleads them, the result is always a certain amount of idiocy, or distraction in their dealings with their own bodies! ... either by their wild impatience of bodily suffering, and the exaggerated moan they make over it, or else by their reckless defiance of it, and neglect of every dictate of prudence!

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

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

Not a hundredth part of the thoughts in my head have ever been or ever will be spoken or written — as long as I keep my senses, at least.