If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.

I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.

... the business of life shuts us up within the environs of London and within sight of human advancement, which I should be so very glad to believe in without seeing.

Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand.

The vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

Better spend an extra hundred or two on your son's education, than leave it him in your will.