Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

He was at a starting point which makes many a man's career a fine subject for betting, if there were any gentlemen given to that amusement who could appreciate the complicated probabilities of an arduous purpose. . . .

Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.

We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinnertime.

Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.

We are rather apt to consider an act wrong because it is unpleasant to us.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.