Physical pain however great ends in itself and falls away like dry husks from the mind, whilst moral discords and nervous horrors sear the soul.

What sense of superiority it gives one to escape reading some book which every one else is reading.

I make it a rule always to believe compliments implicitly for five minutes, and to simmer gently for twenty more.

What one reads, or rather all that comes to us, is surely only of interest and value in proportion as we find ourselves therein, -- form given to what was vague, what slumbered stirred to life.

Physical pain however great ends in itself and falls away like dry husks from the mind, whilst moral discords and nervous horrors sear the soul.

You must remember that a woman, by nature, needs much less to feed upon than a man, a few emotions and she is satisfied.

How sick one gets of being "good," how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours; embody selfishness.