Young horses who cannot bear the whip or spur find life hard. At every smart they start forward and rush to their destruction, and when the way is stony and difficult, they know no better expedient than to overturn the cart and gallop madly away.

Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.

It is often the case with the silent children about us, that they cherish a dream which they dare not talk about.

A man may be outlawed for the sake of a fish net he has never seen.

It is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.

Have you ever seen a child sitting on its mother’s knee listening to fairy stories? As long as the child is told of cruel giants and of the terrible suffering of beautiful princesses, it holds its head up and its eyes open; but if the mother begins to speak of happiness and sunshine, the little one closes its eyes and falls asleep with its head against her breast. . . . I am a child like that, too. Others may like stories of flowers and sunshine; but I choose the dark nights and sad destinies.

There isn't much that tastes better than praise from those who are wise and capable.