We have not to construct human nature afresh, but to take it as we find it, and make the best of it.

A perfect marriage is as rare as a perfect love. Could it be otherwise, when both men and women are so imperfect? Could aught else be expected? Yet all do expect it.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

To-morrow is ah, whose?

To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life.

One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.

Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.