It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
Shall we never never get rid of this Past? ... It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
All that they lacked was the gift that descended upon the chosen disciples at Pentecost, in tongues of flame; symbolizing, it would seem, not the power of speech in foreign and unknown languages, but...
A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
All brave men love for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.
It contributes greatly towards a man's moral and intellectual health, to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself, who care little for his pursuits, and whose sphere and...
There are many things in this world that a child must not ask about.
Strength is incomprehensible by weakness, and, therefore, the more terrible.
She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy.
Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.
It was as if she had been made afresh out of new elements, and must perforce be permitted to live her own life and be a law unto herself without her eccentricities being reckoned to her for a crime.
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
When an uninstructed multitude attempts to see with its eyes, it is exceedingly apt to be deceived.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so in exorable as one's self!
Technologies of easy travel give us wings; they annihilate the toil and dust of pilgrimage; they spiritualize travel! Transition being so facile, what can be any man’s inducement to tarry in one spot?...
Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is always beyond our grasp but if you will sit down quietly may alight upon you.
Cannot you conceive that another man may wish well to the world and struggle for its good on some other plan than precisely that which you have laid down?
We have yet to learn again the forgotten art of gayety.
To the untrue man, the whole universe is false--it is impalpable--it shrinks to nothing within his grasp.