You have such strong words at command, that they make the smallest argument seem formidable.
Our deeds are like children that are born to us; they live and act apart from our own will. Nay, children may be strangled, but deeds never: they have an indestructible life both in and out of our consciousness.
Life is so complicated a game that the devices of skill are liable to be defeated at every turn by air-blown chances, incalculable as the descent of thistle-down.
It’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
If troubles were put up to market, I’d sooner buy old than new. It’s something to have seen the worst.
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.
One couldn’t carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.
Acting is nothing more or less than playing. The idea is to humanize life.
We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.