Lofty souls are always inclined to make a virtue of misfortune.
Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.
A woman filled with faith in the one she loves is the creation of a novelist's imagination.
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.
We are never either so wretched or so happy as we say we are.