Kisses honeyed by oblivion.
It is difficult for woman to try to be anything good when she is not believed in.
Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
We are on a perilous margin when we begin to look passively at our future selves, and see our own figures led with dull consent into insipid misdoing and shabby achievement.
Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection entertains a sacrifice. Our thoughts are often worse than we are, just as they are often better.