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If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.

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Fatally powerful as religious systems have been, human nature is stronger and wider, and though dogmas may hamper they cannot absolutely repress its growth.

A good solid bit of work lasts.

I hold it a blasphemy to say that a man ought not to fight against authority: there is no great religion and no great freedom that has not done it, in the beginning.

Education was almost always a matter of luck usually ill luck in those distant days.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music.

Religion, like all things, begins with self, And naught is known, until one knows himself.

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman’s life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul’s highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.

What believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text, whether of prophet or of poet, expands for whatever we can put into it, and even his bad grammar is sublime.

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.

Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection entertains a sacrifice. Our thoughts are often worse than we are, just as they are often better.

The little light he possessed spread its beams so narrowly, that frustrated belief was a curtain broad enough to create for him the blackness of night.

Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one’s self to do without it.

I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.

How oft review; each finding, like a friend, Something to blame, and something to commend.

Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

Death is the only physician, the shadow of his valley the only journeying that will cure us of age and the gathering fatigue of years.

What furniture can give such finish to a room as a tender woman’s face? And is there any harmony of tints that has such stirring of delight as the sweet modulation of her voice?

Her own misery filled her heart – there was no room in it for other people’s sorrow.

There are robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.

Looking at the mother, you might hope that the daughter would become like her, which is a prospective advantage equal to a dowry – the mother too often standing behind the daughter like a malignant prophecy – “Such as I am, she will shortly be.

There is hardly any mental misery worse than that of having our own serious phrases, our own rooted beliefs, caricatured by a charlatan or a hireling.

In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness.

But what we strive to gratify, though we may call it a distant hope, is an immediate desire; the future estate for which men drudge up city alleys exists already in their imagination and love.

The purifying influence of public confession springs from the fact, that by it the hope in lies is forever swept away, and the soul recovers the noble attitude of simplicity.

We hand folks over to God’s mercy, and show none ourselves.

It is necessary to me, not simply to be but to utter, and I require utterance of my friends.

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.

Music sweeps by me as a messenger – Carrying a message that is not for me.

By a peculiar thermometric adjustment, when a woman’s talent is at zero, journalistic approbation is at the boiling pitch; when she attains mediocrity, it is already at no more than summer heat; and if ever she reaches excellence, critical enthusiasm drops to the freezing point.

Joy is the best of wine.

Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile.

Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.

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.

We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.

If we use common words on a great occasion, they are the more striking, because they are felt at once to have a particular meaning, like old banners, or everyday clothes, hung up in a sacred place.

That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don’t quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil – widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.

I take a dose of mathematics every day to prevent my brain from becoming quite soft.

I trust you as holy men trust God; you could do nought that was not pure and loving, though the deed might pierce me unto death.

For the tragedy of our lives is not created entirely from within. “Character,” says Novalis, in one of his questionable aphorisms,–“character is destiny.” But not the whole of our destiny.

What courage and patience are wanted for every life that aims to produce anything!

The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.

Meanwhile the indefiniteness remains, and the limits of variation are really much wider than any one would imagine from the sameness of women’s coiffure and the favorite love-stories in prose and verse.

To think of the part one little woman can play in the life of a man, so that to renounce her may be a very good imitation of heroism, and to win her may be a discipline.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.

You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only es.

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.

The vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return.