"Trouble's made us kin."
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"Trouble's made us kin."
"Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls."
"Genius ... is necessarily intolerant of fetters."
"We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not."
"there are two ways of speaking an audience will always like: one is, to tell them what they don't understand; and the other is, to tell them what they're used to."
"It is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind."
"If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment."
"Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present."
"I flutter all ways, and fly in none."
"A medical man likes to make psychological observations, and sometimes in the pursuit of such studies is too easily tempted into momentous prophecy which life and death easily set at nought."
"Starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags , we now and then arrive just where we ought to be."
"Well, I aren't like a bird-clapper, forced to make a rattle when the wind blows on me. I can keep my own counsel when there's no good i' speaking."
"Minds fettered by this doctrine no longer inquire concerning a proposition whether it is attested by sufficient evidence, but whether it accords with Scripture; they do not search for facts as such, but for facts that will bear out their doctrine. It is easy to see that this mental habit blunts not only the perception of truth, but the sense of truthfulness, and that the man whose faith drives him into fallacies treads close upon the precipice of falsehood."
"I might mention all the divine charms of a bright spring day, but if you had never in your life utterly forgotten yourself in straining your eyes after the mounting lark, or in wandering through the still lanes when the fresh-opened blossoms fill them with a sacred silent beauty like that of fretted aisles, where would be the use of my descriptive catalogue?"
"Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless."
"There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room."
"It is a fact perhaps kept a little too much in the background, that mothers have a self larger than their maternity, and that when their sons have become taller than themselves, and are gone from them to college or into the world, there are wide spaces of their time which are not filled with praying for their boys, reading old letters, and envying yet blessing those who are attending to their shirt-buttons."
"How oft review; each finding, like a friend, Something to blame, and something to commend."
"Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair."
"Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings."