The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
... if fiction does not show us a better life than reality, what is the good of it?
the fruit of life is experience, not happiness.
To forgive freely, is what we owe to our enemy; to forget not, is what we owe to ourselves.
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.