Take this sorrow to thy heart, and make it a part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others.

Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.

No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own.

Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.

If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy.

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams With its illusions, aspirations, dreams!

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we would find in each man's life a sorrow and a suffering enough to disarm all hostility.