It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.

The first step is what I like to be sure of ... to the second step it often binds you.

... the evil that comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall.

It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

That is the great mistake about the affections. It is not the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of kings, or the marching of armies that move them most. When they answer from their depths, it is to the domestic joys and tragedies of life.

This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.

... 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.