We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.

What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.

Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

It is very hard to say the exact truth, even about your own immediate feelings – much harder than to say something fine about them which is not the exact truth.

It's easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient.

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

She hates everything that is not what she longs for.

You must mind and not lower the Church in people's eyes by seeming to be frightened about it for such a little thing.

The select natures who pant after the ideal, and find nothing in pantaloons or petticoats great enough to command their reverence and love, are curiously in unison with the narrowest and pettiest.

A woman may get to love by degrees—the best fire does not flare up the soonest.

A pretty building I'm making, without either bricks or timber. I'm up i' the garret a'ready, and haven't so much as dug the foundation.

See what love sees. Hear what love hears. Say what love says. Do what love does.

She is a woman, how can you confuse her for a man?

Knowledge is not the thing to boast or to brag! It's about how you can make influence on lives without uttering a single word.

Everything we do means something.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

The zeal of fools offends at any time.

And I love writing. I've always loved writing.

I do not understand how a man can be a true believer, in whom sin is not the greatest burden, sorrow and trouble.

Not greeting people isn't enough. One also doesn't greet people one doesn't know.

I strode among giants, friends tell me now, though at the time I felt more like a misfit associating with oddballs.