It is never too early to try and plant [good principles] in a child, and never too late to cultivate them in the most neglected person.

Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.

He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.

You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long, and the great charm of all power is modesty.

The mere possession of a gun is, in itself, an urge to kill, not only by design, but by accident, by madness, by fright, by bravado.

…misfortune was much more interesting to her than good luck.

Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.