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

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.

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

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!

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

youth is so insatiable of happiness, and has such sublimely insane faith in its own power to make happy and be happy!

On earth the living have much to bear; the difference is chiefly in the manner of bearing, and my manner of bearing is far from being the best.