One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.

One cannot be a good historian of the outward, visible world without giving some thought to the hidden, private life of ordinary people; and on the other hand one cannot be a good historian of this inner life without taking into account outward events where these are relevant.

There is no such thing as a little country. The greatness of a people is no more determined by their numbers than the greatness of a man is by his height.

There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.

One of the magnanimities of woman is to yield.

This child whom we Love, Brings daylight Into our soul.

It is not so easy to keep silent when the silence is a lie.