The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
... trouble of all kinds is voluble, and has plenty of words, but happiness was never written down.
Old age is the verdict of life.
Dreams are large possessions ... they are an expansion of life, an enlightenment, and a discipline. I thank God for my dream life; my daily life would be far poorer, if it wanted the second sight of dreams.
There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.
All revolutions are treason until they are accomplished.