There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives?

Life is like our game at whist ... I don't enjoy the game much, but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it.

Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.

Man may content himself with the applause of the world and the homage paid to his intellect, but woman's heart has holier idols.

There's things to put up wi' in ivery place, an' you may change an' change an' not better yourself when all's said an' done.

Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.