Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days,Why the sweet Spring delays / And where she hides, -- the dear desireOf every heart that longs / For bloom, and fragrance, and the ruby fire.

Tact is the unsaid part of what you think; it's opposite, the unthought part of which you say.

Tact ... is the unsaid part of what you think.... And there is only one thing more potent--its opposite--the unthought part of what you say.

Every house where love abides / And friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home sweet home / For there the heart can rest.

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.

Time is too slow for those who wait / Too swift for those who fear / Too long for those who grieve / Too short for those who rejoice / But for those who love, time is eternity.

You can't choose between Love and Friendship. They're like a package: You either get both or you lose both

Individuality is the salt of common life. You may have to live in a crowd but you do not have to live like it. Nor subsist on its food. You may have your own orchard. You may drink at a hidden spring. Be yourself if you would serve others.

London is a man's town, there's power in the air and Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair.

There are two good rules which ought to be written on every heart never to believe anything bad about anybody unless you positively know it to be true; never to tell even that unless you feel that it is absolutely necessary and that God is listening while you tell it.