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

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.

Young children are such nasty little beasts!

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!

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

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