It is always assumed by the empty-headed, who chatter about themselves for want of something better, that people who do not discuss their affairs openly must have something to hide.

Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another's happiness than in your own.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?

Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering, whether by reason of its genuine humility, or indifference, or sheer helplessness.

The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.

If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.

Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.

Is there any instinct more deeply implanted in the heart of man than the pride of protection, a protection which is constantly exerted for a fragile and defenceless creature?

You're a stalker with hooves.""I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing.

Compassion is a sign of inner peace. Kindness is a sign of inner strength. Be kind and be compassionate.

I think you'll find that I'm qualified to deal with practically everything, if I choose. That last part, of course, is essential. --Devyn DuChien

We never get sick of each other. That's how sick we are.

And therefore, Uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that [Christmas] has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!

Argument is the worst sort of conversation.

The knowledge of your destiny is available to you, well before it actually happens, as a message streaming continuously from your heart to your brain, written in the language of longing.

George has only got to ring me. His imagination is so wonderful, I'd do any character he might create.

I tend to opt for relaxed family holidays when I can.

Get rid of words and meaning, and there is still poetry.