When what is good comes of age, and is likely to live, there is reason for rejoicing.

A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards.

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.

We must not inquire too curiously into motives. they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.

Among all forms of mistake, prophecy is the most gratuitous.

The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.

But what is opportunity to the man who can't use it?