... learning to love any one is like an increase of property, -- it increases care, and brings many new fears lest precious things should come to harm.

You are a good young man," she said. "But I do not like husbands. I will never have another.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

I have a knack of hoping, which is as good as an estate.

What deep and worthy love is so, whether of woman or child, or art or music. Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues, or Beethoven symphonies all bring with them the consciousness that they are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression into silence, our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.

To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.