He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure.

She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

Cannot you conceive that another man may wish well to the world and struggle for its good on some other plan than precisely that which you have laid down?

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

This above all: be true, be true, be true.

Most people are so constituted that they can only be virtuous in a certain routine; an irregular course of life demoralizes them.

The trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.