The devil tempts us not--'tis we tempt him, Reckoning his skill with opportunity.

Blameless people are always the most exasperating.

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.

Marriage is so unlike everything else. There is something even awful in the nearness it brings. Even if we loved someone else better than - than those we were married to, it would be no use. I mean, marriage drinks up all our power of giving or getting any blessedness in that sort of love. I know it may be very dear, but it murders our marriage, and then the marriage stays with us like a murder, and everything else is gone.

It is time the clergy are told that thinking men, after a close examination of that doctrine, pronounce it to be subversive of true moral development and, therefore, positively noxious.

... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

You are a good young man," she said. "But I do not like husbands. I will never have another.