I Think That Few People Are Aware

I Have Suffered, Like Other Writers, From Indolence, Irresolution, Distaste To My Work, Absence Of 'inspiration,' And All That: But I Have Also Found That Sitting Down, However Reluctantly, With The Pen In My Hand, I Have Never Worked For One Quarter Of An Hour Without Finding Myself In Full Train.

The Voice Of A Whole People Goes Up In The Silent Workings Of An Institution.

I Certainly Had No Idea How Little Faith Christians Have In Their Own Faith Till I Saw How Ill Their Courage And Temper Can Stand Any Attack On It.

All People Interested In Their Work Are Liable To Overrate Their Vocation. There May Be Makers Of Dolls' Eyes Who Wonder How Society Would Go On Without Them.

[on Being Deaf:] How Much Less Pain There Is In Calmly Estimating The Enjoyments From Which We Must Separate Ourselves, Of Bravely Saying, For Once And For Ever, 'let Them Go,' Than In Feeling Them Waste And Dwindle, Till Their Very Shadows Escape From Our Grasp!