People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.
Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; theyknow all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses w...
Love once, love always
It is the favourite stratagem of our passions to sham a retreat, and to turn sharp round upon us at the moment we have made up our minds that the day is our own.
It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
How can one ever do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts?
Blameless people are always the most exasperating.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold in the heart.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses.
My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
But the vicar of St. Botolph's had certainly escaped the slightest tincture of the Pharisee, and by dint of admitting to himself that he was too much as other men were, he had become remarkably unlike...
Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions they pass no criticisms.
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.
Mysterious money had stood to him as the symbol of earthly good, and the immediate object of toil. He had seemed to love it little in the years when every penny had its purpose for him; for he loved t...
We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.
Scenes which make vital changes in our neighbors' lot are but the background of our own, yet, like a particular aspect of the fields and trees, they become associated for us with the epochs of our own...
Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others.
John considered a young master as the natural enemy of an old servant, and young people in general as a poor contrivance for carrying on the world.