Poor fellow! I think he is in love with you.' I am not aware of it. And to me it is one of the most odious things in a girl's life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her... I have no ground for the nonsensical vanity of fancying everybody who comes near me is in love with me.

Scepticismcan never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill.

Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection entertains a sacrifice. Our thoughts are often worse than we are, just as they are often better.

Some people are born to make life pretty, and others to grumble that it is not pretty enough.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

It is not true that a man's intellectual power is, like the strength of a timber beam, to be measured by its weakest point.