..but it seemed to him that the tie between husband and wife, if breakable in prosperity, should be indissoluble in misfortune.

She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity.

In all the arts abundance seems to be one of the surest signs of vocation.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.