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

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.

The longer one lives in this hard world motherless, the more a mother's loss makes itself felt.

The glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.

cracked things often hold out as long as whole things; one takes so much better care of them!

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.

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