The bread of bitterness is the food on which men grow to their fullest stature; the waters of bitterness are the debatable ford through which they reach the shores of wisdom; the ashes boldly grasped and eaten without faltering are the price that must be paid for the golden fruit of knowledge.

Indifference is the invincible grant of the world.

There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.

Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.

Opposition to a man in love is like oil to fire.

Coleridge cried; "O God, how glorious it is to live!" Renan asks, "O God, when will it be worth while to live?" In Nature we echo the poet; in the world we echo the thinker.

Women hope that the dead love may revive; but men know that of all dead things none are so past recall as a dead passion.