“If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.”

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.

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.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.

Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.

Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.

I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.

What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.

The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.

It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.

Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

Then shoulder to shoulder! Let us engirdle the little circle of the earth with the chains that bind us to each other.

But it is not sufficient to bind him again into the world.

The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven

No written law has ever been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.

If the word has the potency to revive and make us free, it has also the power to bind, imprison and destroy.

It’s by your own actions you’re able to get more in a mess or out of one. It’s your own actions that relieve or bind you.

We too often bind ourselves by authorities rather than by the truth.