We are all humiliated by the sudden discovery of a fact which has existed very comfortably and perhaps been staring at us in private while we have been making up our world entirely without it.
We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born.
Watch your own speech, and notice how it is guided by your less conscious purposes.
Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.
Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.
Until every good man is brave, we must expect to find many good women timid, – too timid even to believe in the correctness of their own best promptings, when these would place them in a minority.
Under every guilty secret there is hidden a brood of guilty wishes, whose unwholesome infecting life is cherished by the darkness.
Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future.
Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.
To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.
Those who trust us educate us.
These bitter sorrows of childhood! when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.
