... 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.

A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.

But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.

If we need a true conception of the popular character to guide our sympathies rightly, we need it equally to check our theories, and direct us in their application.

No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.

A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.