What is better than to love and live with the loved? But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.
The perpetual mourner – the grief that can never be healed – is innocently enough felt to be wearisome by the rest of the world. And my sense of desolation increases. Each day seems a new beginning — a new acquaintance with grief.
The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.
The idea of God, so far as it has been a high spiritual influence, is the ideal of a goodness entirely human.
The greatest benefit we owe to the artist, whether painter, poet, or novelist, is the extension of our sympathies.