Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.

Loquacity with tongue or pen is its own reward -- or, punishment.

... in no part of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, in the absence of suitable furniture and complete dinner-service.

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

In the multitude of middle-aged men who go about their vocations in a daily course determined for them much in the same way as the tie of their cravats, there is always a good number who once meant to shape their own deeds and alter the world a little.

It is never too late to be who you want to be.

What is better than to love and live with the loved? -- But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.