Self-consciousness of the manner is the expensive substitute for simplicity.
Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others.
People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.
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.
In Rome it seems as if there were so many things which are more wanted in the world than pictures.
Might could would-they are contemptible auxiliaries.
Better a false belief than no belief at all.
Life is measured by the rapidity of change the succession of influences that modify the being.
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindne...
Different taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
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...
What right have such men to represent Christianity—as if it were an institution for getting up idiots genteelly?
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...
Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.
I’ve always felt that your belongings have never been on a level with you.
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
Truth has rough flavors if we bite it through.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold in the heart.
The years seem to rush by now and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.