Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.

History repeats itself.

... we all know the wag's definition of a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the square of the distance.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.

... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards.