There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

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

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial distance!

The intensest form of hatred is that rooted in fear.