It is never too late to be what you might have been.
What do we live for; if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?
There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.
Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
People who can't be witty exert themselves to be devout and affectionate.
Breed is stronger than pasture.
There are some cases in which the sense of injury breeds not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but a hatred of all injury.
The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.
A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
All the learnin' my father paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.
Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.
The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.