We can never judge a soul above the high water mark of our own.

In any event, a truth that disheartens, because it is true, is still of far more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.

Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums ... They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.

We can never judge a soul above the high water mark of our own.

To be good we must needs have suffered; but perhaps it is necessary to have caused suffering before we can become better.

They think that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors, and they do not know that it is in the soul that things always happen, and that the world does not end at their housedoor.

I have done what I could do in life, and if I could not do better, I did not deserve it. In vain I have tried to step beyond what bound me.