Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness - calling their denial knowledge.

Power of generalizing gives men so much the superiority in mistake over the dumb animals.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Many an irritating fault, many an unlovely oddity, has come of a hard sorrow.

There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

You know I have duties──we both have duties──before which feeling must be sacrificed.