In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness.
Consequences are unpitying.
No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.
Might, could, would - they are contemptible auxiliaries.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite outline of our ignorance.
Different taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
I'm not denying that women are foolish: God almighty made 'em to match the men.
The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
Hostesses who entertain much must make up their parties as ministers make up their cabinets, on grounds other than personal liking.
Harold, like the rest of us, had many impressions which saved him the trouble of distinct ideas.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
We must not sit still and look for miracles; up and doing, and the Lord will be with thee. Prayer and pains, through faith in Christ Jesus, will do anything.
No compliment can be eloquent, except as an expression of indifference.
The reward of one duty done is the power to fulfill another.
We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.
Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.
Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbour's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.
It always remains true that if we had been greater, circumstance would have been less strong against us.