In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

Accuracy is twin brother to honesty, and inaccuracy to dishonesty.

Or-but this more rarely happened-she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it.

The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view

Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.

There can be...no power...to disclose...the secrets that may be buried with a human heart. The heart, making itself guilty of such secrets, must perforce hold them until the day when all hidden things be revealed.