Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are.
It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it
An author departs, he does not die
How the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps house for one's own comfort and not for the comfort of one's neighbors
When faith and hope fail, as they do sometimes, we must try charity, which is love in action. We must speculate no more on our duty, but simply do it. When we have done it, however blindly, perhaps Heaven will show us why.