Quotes from Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

It is not work that kills, but "worry."

The man who does his work, any work, conscientiously, must always be in one sense a great man.

The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors Close after us, for ever.

A true test of friendship, to sit or walk with a friend for an hour in perfect silence , without wearying of one another's company.