…in silence learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow.

I asked for bread, and I got a stone in the shape of a pedestal.

Beth ceased to fear him from that moment, and sat there talking to him as cozily as if she had known him all her life, for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.

I think we are all hopelessly flawed.

Better lose your life than your soul.

Education is not confined to books, and the finest characters often graduate from no college, but make experience their master, and life their book. [Some care] only for the mental culture, and [are] in danger of over-studying, under the delusion . . . that learning must be had at all costs, forgetting that health and real wisdom are better.

...and clung more closely to the dear human love, from which our Father never means us to be weaned, but through which He draws us closer to Himself.