I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.

Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive.

If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.

Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy.

Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

A new chapter in a novel is something like a new scene in a play.

My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.