God makes many poets, but he only gives utterance to a few.

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.

What small account The All-living seems to take of this thin flame Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast Out of war's nostrils, and a myriad Of these our puny tapers are blown out Forever.

Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning.

The world! It is a word capable of as diverse interpretations or misinterpretations as the thing itself - a thing by various people supposed to belong to heaven, man, or the devil, or alternatively to all three.

Keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

If I had to write a book, I could not find anything in the world worth saying - as is indeed the case with many voluminous authors.