I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred - that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt.... If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

The obstinancy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinancy of folly and inanity.

Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from which we go forth…