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

The ways of Providence cannot be reasoned out by the finite mind ... I cannot fathom them, yet seeking to know them is the most satisfying thing in all the world.

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.

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

For, so long as there are interesting books to read, it seems to me that neither I nor anyone else, for that matter, need be unhappy.

If dead things love, if earth and water distinguish friends from enemies, I should like to possess their love. I should like the green earth not to feel my step as a heavy burden. I should like her to forgive that she for my sake is wounded by plough and harrow, and willingly to open for my dead body.

More die in flight than in battle.