Homeopathy - an invention of the Father of Lies! I have tried it and found it wanting. I would swallow their whole doles medicine chest for sixpence, and be sure of finding myself neither better nor worse for it.

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.

Young children are such nasty little beasts!

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

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 less one does, as I long ago observed, the less one can find time to do.