Life is very difficult. It seems right to me sometimes that we should follow our strongest feelings; but then such feelings continually come across the ties that all our former life has made for us,--the ties that have made others dependent on us,--and would cut them in two.

There are characters which are continually creating collisions and nodes for themselves in dramas which nobody is prepared to act with them. Their susceptibilities will clash against objects that remain innocently quiet.

You must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin. And the other is, you must not be ashamed of your work, and think it would be more honorable to you to be doing something else. You must have a pride in your own work and in learning to do it well.

Man may content himself with the applause of the world and the homage paid to his intellect, but woman's heart has holier idols.

It is a common enough case, that of a man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal.

Your dunce who can't do his sums always has a taste for the infinite.

Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.