The vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return.

Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.

She was no longer struggling against the perception of facts, but adjusting herself to their clearest perception.

Surely there was something taught her by this experience of great need; and she must be learning a secret of human tenderness and long-suffering, that the less erring could hardly know?

That's what a man wants in a wife, mostly; he wants to make sure one fool tells him he's wise.

...Though there's reasons in things as nobody knows on---- that's pretty much what I've made out; yet some folks are so wise they'll find you fifty reasons straight off, and all the while the real reason's winking at 'em in the corner, and they niver see't.