Receptiveness is a rare and massive power, like fortitude.

The floods of nonsense printed in the form of critical opinions seem to me a chief curse of the times, a chief obstacle to true culture.

It is a fact capable of amiable interpretation that ladies are not the worst disposed towards a new acquaintance of their own sex, because she has points of inferiority.

And when a woman's will is as strong as the man's who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.

It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.

Some people are born to make life pretty, and others to grumble that it is not pretty enough.

Souls live on in perpetual echoes.