Unwonted circumstances may make us all rather unlike ourselves: there are conditions under which the most majestic person is obliged to sneeze, and our emotions are liable to be acted on in the same incongruous manner.

It is a wonderful subduer-this need of love, this hunger of the heart.

... it is because sympathy is but a living again through our own past in a new form, that confession often prompts a response of confession.

The human soul is hospitable, and will entertain conflicting sentiments and contradictory opinions with much impartiality.

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.

Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives, is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honey-moon in Eden, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the wilderness. It is still the beginning of the home epic - the gradual conquest or irremediable loss of that complete union which make the advancing years a climax, and age the harvest of sweet memories in common.

It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.