The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.
... the true seeing is within; and painting stares at you with an insistent imperfection.
Fine art, poetry, that kind of thing, elevates a nation.
It is better - it shall be better with me because I have known you.
Sweet Truth is a queen proud and mighty-- Her throne is in heaven above.
So to live is heaven; to make undying music in the world.
The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to reverence.
No matter whether failure came A thousand different times, For one brief moment of success, Life rang its golden chimes.
Friendships begin with liking or gratitude- roots that can be pulled up.
There is a sort of human paste that when it comes near the fire of enthusiasm is only baked into harder shape.
But let the wise be warned against too great readiness to explanation: it multiplies the sources of mistake, lengthening the sum for reckoners sure to go wrong.
Life would be no better than candlelight tinsel and daylight rubbish if our spirits were not touched by what has been.
Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.
The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.
Surely it is not true blessedness to be free of sorrow while there is sorrow and sin in the world. Sorrow is a part of love and love does not seek to throw it off.
That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
We have no right to come forward and urge wider changes for good, until we have tried to alter the evils which lie under our own hands.
A mother's yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.
I couldn't live in peace if I put the shadow of a willful sin between myself and God.
Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.
A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.
Time, like money, is measured by our needs.
Education was almost entirely a matter of luck — usually of ill-luck — in those distant days.
How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!
Things are achieved when they are well begun.
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