We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinnertime.

An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.

The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.

Steady work turns genius to a loom.

You are a good young man," she said. "But I do not like husbands. I will never have another.

I don't mind how many letters I receive from one who interests me as much as you do. The receptive part of correspondence I can carry on with much alacrity. It is writing answers that I groan over.

Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.