Similarity of opinion is not always—I think not often—needed for fullness and perfection of love.

Oh, my Margaret--my Margaret! no one can tell what you are to me! Dead--cold as you lie there you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret--Margaret!

It is bad to believe you in error. It would be infinitely worse to have known you a hypocrite.

But the monotonous life led by invalids often makes them like children, inasmuch as thy have neither of them any sense of proportion in events, and seem each to believe that the walls and curtains which shut in their world, and shut out everything else, must of necessity be larger than anything hidden beyond.

Sometimes one likes foolish people for their folly, better than wise people for their wisdom.

How different men were to women!

One may be clogged with honey and unable to rise and fly.