... 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.

the matrimonial shoe pinches me.

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.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

No man was ever ruined from without; the final ruin comes from within, when you turn hopeless and lose courage!

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

... trouble of all kinds is voluble, and has plenty of words, but happiness was never written down.