There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.

Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.

the mysterious complexity of our life is not to be embraced by maxims ... to lace ourselves up in formulas of that sort is to repress all the divine promptings and inspirations that spring from growing insight and sympathy.

She thought it was part of the hardship of her life that there was laid upon her the burthen of larger wants than others seemed to feel – that she had to endure this wide hopeless yearning for that something, whatever it was, that was greatest and best on this earth.

In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.

We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.

One of the tortures of jealousy is, that it can never turn away its eyes from the thing that pains it.