It is not true that love makes all things easy; it makes us choose what is difficult.
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.
One's self-satisfaction is an untaxed kind of property which it is very unpleasant to find deprecated.
Human experience is usually paradoxical.
I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.