There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room, and to have a discussion coolly waived when you feel that justice is all on your own side is even more exasperating in marriage than in philosophy.

But, bless us, things may be lovable that are not altogether handsome, I hope?

Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.

It is better sometimes not to follow great reformers of abuses beyond the threshold of their homes.

Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the domain of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.

How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice.

One couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.