It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
the fruit of life is experience, not happiness.
... how poorly do we love even those whom we love most! We are not only bruised by the limitations of their love for us, but also by the limitations of our own love for them.
In any adversity gold can find friends.
Once suspicion is aroused, every thing feeds it.
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.