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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
I'm not denyin' the women are foolish. God Almighty made 'em to match the men.
Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.
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.
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.
If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.
Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
It is never too late to be what you might have been.