We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.

A bachelor's children are always young: they're immortal children - always lisping, waddling, helpless, and with a chance of turning out good.

As to memory, it is known that this frail faculty naturally lets drop the facts which are less flattering to our self-love - when it does not retain them carefully as subjects not to be approached, marshy spots with a warning flag over them.

The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.

Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand.

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