By and large, women have a faith and a morality peculiar to themselves; they believe in the reality of everything that serves their interest and their passions.

Few men are raised in our estimation by being too closely examined.

Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the male bird.

Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.

The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.