There is no sorrow under heaven which is, or ought to be, endless. To believe or to make it so, is an insult to Heaven itself.

A secret at home is like rocks under tide.

Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots

To-morrow is ah, whose?

Better no marriage, than a marriage short of the best.

Gossip, public, private, social - to fight against it either by word or pen seems, after all, like fighting with shadows. Everybody laughs at it, protests against it, blames and despises it; yet everybody does it, or at least encourages others in it: quite innocently, unconsciously, in such a small, harmless fashion - yet we do it. We must talk about something, and it is not all of us who can find a rational topic of conversation, or discuss it when found.

Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding.