About the greatest virtue a friend can have, is to be able to hold her tongue; and through this, like all virtues… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
If I had to write a book, I could not find anything in the world worth saying - as is indeed the… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
The plan of this world is infinite similarity and yet infinite variety. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
The world! It is a word capable of as diverse interpretations or misinterpretations as the thing itself - a thing by various… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
This is practically the language used to fallen women, and chiefly by their own sex: "God may forgive you, but we never… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Queens you must always be: queens to your lovers; queens to your husbands and your sons, queens of higher mystery to the… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
No virtue ever was founded on a lie. The truth, then, at all risks and costs - the truth from the beginning.… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Alack, this world Is full of change, change, change--nothing but change! — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
I fear, the inevitable conclusion we must all come to is, that in the world happiness is quite indefinable. We can no… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Let every one of us cultivate, in every word that issues from our mouth, absolute truth. I say cultivate, because to very few people… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
It is not the smallest use to try to make people good, unless you try at the same time - and they feel that… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
We expect too much from our children. We exact from them a perfection which we are far from carrying out in ourselves; we require… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Happiness is not an end - it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
God rest ye, little children; let nothing you afright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night; Along the hills of Galilee… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as the time steals onwards, while none perceives… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
It is the Christmas time: And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth, In glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
