When One Is Five-and-twenty, One

Try To Take Hold Of Your Sensibility, And Use It As If It Were A Faculty, Like Vision.

The Moment Of Finding A Fellow-creature Is Often As Full Of Mingled Doubt And Exultation, As The Moment Of Finding An Idea.

Many An Inherited Sorrow That Has Marred A Life Has Been Breathed Into No Human Ear.

Life Is Very Difficult. It Seems Right To Me Sometimes That We Should Follow Our Strongest Feelings; But Then Such Feelings Continually Come Across The Ties That All Our Former Life Has Made For Us,--the Ties That Have Made Others Dependent On Us,--and Would Cut Them In Two.

Mysterious Haunts Of Echoes Old And Far, The Voice Divine Of Human Loyalty.