Constance Fenimore Woolson

If we neglect our privileges, the gods take them from us.

— Constance Fenimore Woolson

Time is not so all-erasing as we think.

— Constance Fenimore Woolson

My only wickedness is that I love you; my only goodness, the same.

— Constance Fenimore Woolson

warm-heartedness generally begins at home, and those who are warm to others are warmer to themselves; it is but the overflow.

— Constance Fenimore Woolson

It is easy to be humble when a greater is preferred; but when an inferior is lifted high above our heads, how…

— Constance Fenimore Woolson

Theories are like scaffolding: they are not the house, but you cannot build the house without them.

— Constance Fenimore Woolson

“For years of faithfulness even as a child are not thrown away, but yield . . . a strength at last in times of trial.”

— Constance Fenimore Woolson

Are we to go out with trumpets and tell everything we know, just because it is true? Is there not such a…

— Constance Fenimore Woolson

O, pluck was he to the backbone and clear grit through and through; Boasted and bragged like a trooper; but the big…

— Constance Fenimore Woolson

a daughter's love for a kind father ... is mixed with the careless happiness of childhood, which can never come again. Into…

— Constance Fenimore Woolson

In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days;…

— Constance Fenimore Woolson