In the multitude of middle-aged men who go about their vocations in a daily course determined for them much in the same way as they tie their cravats there is always a good number who once meant to s...
'Tis God gives skill but not without men's hands: he could not make Antonio Stradivarius violins without Antonio.
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.
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
When a tender affection has been storing itself in us through many of our years, the idea that we could accept any exchange for it seems to be a cheapening of our lives. And we can set a watch over ou...
Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.
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...
No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.
Mr. Craig was not above talking politics occasionally, though he piqued himself rather on a wise insight than on specific information.
Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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.
It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.
Ingenious philosophers tell you, perhaps, that the great work of the steam-engine is to create leisure for mankind. Do not believe them: it only creates a vacuum for eager thought to rush in. Even idl...
If you had a table spread for a feast, and was making merry with your friends, you would think it was kind to let me come and sit down and rejoice with you, because you’d think I should like to share...
I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.
Everybody liked better to conjecture how the thing was, than simply to know it; for conjecture soon became more confident than knowledge, and had a more liberal allowance for the incompatible.
Blameless people are always the most exasperating.
A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.
Excellence encourages one about life generally it shows the spiritual wealth of the world.