Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

One soweth and another reapeth is a verity that applies to evil as well as good.

the mysterious complexity of our life is not to be embraced by maxims ... to lace ourselves up in formulas of that sort is to repress all the divine promptings and inspirations that spring from growing insight and sympathy.

There are many victories worse than a defeat.

Poor fellow! I think he is in love with you.' I am not aware of it. And to me it is one of the most odious things in a girl's life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her... I have no ground for the nonsensical vanity of fancying everybody who comes near me is in love with me.