Jane Welsh Carlyle

Does not a man physically tremble under the mere look of a wild beast or fellow-man that is stronger than himself? Does not a woman redden all over when she feels her lover's eyes on her? How then should one doubt the mysterious power of one individual over another?

How many precious things do we not already possess which others have not - have hardly an idea of! Let us enjoy these, then, and bless God that we are permitted to enjoy them, rather than importune His goodness with vain longings for more.

The surest way to get a thing in this life is to be prepared for doing without it, to the exclusion even of hope.

I declare I would rather be a kitten and cry, 'Mew!' than live as I see many of my female acquaintances do, tearing each other's characters to pieces, and wearing out their lives in vanity and vexation of spirit.

One feels as if it could never, never be less. And yet all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.

But what are friends? What is a husband, even, compared with one's Mother? Of her love, one is always so sure! It is the only love that nothing - not even misconduct on our part - can take away from us.

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.

Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.