Love is the only way on which even the dim-witted reaches certain heights.
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.
Too great a display of delicacy can and does sometimes infringe upon de-cency.
The man who enters his wife's dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.
Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.
From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.