You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
We read fine things, but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
Though a quarrel in the Streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest Man shows a grace in his quarrel.
There is an old saying “well begun is half done” – ’tis a bad one. I would use instead, “Not begun at all ’til half done.”
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify – so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is, that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.