The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.

In the old times, women did not get their lives written, though I don't doubt many of them were much better worth writing than the men's.

One would like to be grand and heroic, if one could; but if not, why try at all? One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic; or if not that, then …

That ignorant confidence in one's self and one's future, which comes in life's first dawn, has a sort of mournful charm in experienced eyes, who know how much …