... true love is like religion, it hath its silence and its sanctity.

We need to suffer, that we may learn to pity.

How often, in this cold and bitter world, is the warm heart thrown back upon itself! Cold, careless, are we of another's grief; we wrap ourselves in sullen selfishness.

Praise is sometimes a good thing for the diffident and the despondent. It teaches them properly to rely on the kindness of others.

Youth is a season that has no repose.

... many a heart is caught in the rebound ... Pride may be soothed by the ready devotion of another; vanity may be excited the more keenly by recent mortification.

Knowledge is much like dust - it sticks to one, one does not know how.