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

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

Certainly the determining acts of her life were not ideally beautiful. They were the mixed result of young and novel impulse struggling amidst the conditions of an imperfect social state, in which great feelings will often take the aspect of error, and great faith the aspect of illusion.

Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future.

Correct English is the slang of prigs.

In high vengeance there is noble scorn.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence.