The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
Injustice is a sixth sense, and rouses all the others.
There is much said about the wickedness of doing evil that good may come. Alas! there is such a thing as doing good that evil may come.
Laughter is always fatal to feeling.
A man nearly sixty is just as ready to suppose himself fascinating as a man of twenty.
There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.