The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
Different taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.
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.
Genius at first is little more than a great capacity for receiving discipline.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.
Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.
We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.
In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
There are many victories worse than a defeat.
And when a woman's will is as strong as the man's who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.
No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.
All the learnin' my father paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.
Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness.
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions they pass no criticisms.
The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.
You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.
Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it.
In spite of his practical ability, some of his experience had petrified into maxims and quotations.
Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.
A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.
In every parting there is an image of death.
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.
Wear a smile and have friends wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.