To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.
There's folks 'ud hold a sieve under the pump and expect to carry away the water.
Every woman is supposed to have the same set of motives, or else to be a monster.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
It is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.