It always remains true that if we had been greater, circumstance would have been less strong against us.

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

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

But most of us are apt to settle within ourselves that the man who blocks our way is odious, and not to mind causing him a little of the disgust which his personality excites in ourselves.

It is seldom that the miserable can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.

So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.

Marriage is so unlike everything else. There is something even awful in the nearness it brings. Even if we loved someone else better than - than those we were married to, it would be no use. I mean, marriage drinks up all our power of giving or getting any blessedness in that sort of love. I know it may be very dear, but it murders our marriage, and then the marriage stays with us like a murder, and everything else is gone.