In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, Constance Fenimore Woolson More Quotes by Constance Fenimore Woolson More Quotes From Constance Fenimore Woolson Theories are like scaffolding: they are not the house, but you cannot build the house without them. Constance Fenimore Woolson scaffolding theory house Are we to go out with trumpets and tell everything we know, just because it is true? Is there not such a thing as egotistical truthfulness? Constance Fenimore Woolson truthfulness egotistical trumpets 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 overflow kindness home a daughter's love for a kind father ... is mixed with the careless happiness of childhood, which can never come again. Into the father's grave the daughter, sometimes a gray-haired woman, lays away forever the little pet names and memories which to all the rest of the world are but foolishness. Constance Fenimore Woolson daughter memories father It is easy to be humble when a greater is preferred; but when an inferior is lifted high above our heads, how can we bear it? Constance Fenimore Woolson humility humble bears Time is not so all-erasing as we think. Constance Fenimore Woolson time thinking My only wickedness is that I love you; my only goodness, the same. Constance Fenimore Woolson wickedness goodness love-you If we neglect our privileges, the gods take them from us. Constance Fenimore Woolson neglect gratitude privilege
