The world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.

The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.

True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love's sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.

Rome is an astonishment!

The world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.

After all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful, ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it? Who knows all its awful perhapses,--those shudderings and tremblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity?

The number of those men who know how to use wholly irresponsible power humanely and generously is small. Everybody knows this, and the slave knows it best of all.