Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow
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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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Most of us who turn to any subject we love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within, as the first traceable beginning of our love.
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The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.
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The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice.
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The sense of an entailed disadvantage -- the deformed foot doubtfully hidden by the shoe, makes a restlessly active spiritual yeast, and easily turns a self-centered, unloving nature into an Ishmaelite. But in the rarer sort, who presently see their own frustrated claim as one among a myriad, the inexorable sorrow takes the form of fellowship and makes the imagination tender.
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His honest, patronizing pride in the good-will and respect of everybody about him was a safeguard even against foolish romance, still more against a lower kind of folly.
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There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer /committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.
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Of a truth, Knowledge is power, but it is a power reined by scruple, having a conscience of what must be and what may be; whereas Ignorance is a blind giant who, let him but wax unbound, would make it a sport to seize the pillars that hold up the long-wrought fabric of human good, and turn all the places of joy as dark as a buried Babylon.
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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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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.
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Childhood has no forebodings, but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.
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A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some area of native land where it may get the love of tender kinship from the earth, for the labors men go forth to, for the sounds and accents that haunt it, for whatever will give that early home a familiar unmistakable difference amidst the future widening of knowledge. The best introduction to astronomy is to think of the nightly heavens as a little lot of stars belonging to one's own homestead.
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Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
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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.
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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.
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Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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Excessive literary production is a social offense.
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Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
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I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.
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It is never too late to be what you might have been.
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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
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We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.
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Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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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.
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The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.
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A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
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What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?
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To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.
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