There are new eras in one's life that are equivalent to youth-are something better than youth.

The human soul is hospitable, and will entertain conflicting sentiments and contradictory opinions with much impartiality.

In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.

Resolve will melt no rocks. But it can scale them.

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.

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

... we are most of us brought up in the notion that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the beings who would suffer the wrong.