Old maids claw as cats do. They not only inflict wounds but experience pleasure in doing so. Nor will they fail to remind their victims of the blood drawn.

Love is the only way on which even the dim-witted reaches certain heights.

There are moments in life when all we can bear is the sense that our friend is near us; our wounds would wince at the touch of consoling words, that would reveal the depths of our pain.

A mother who is really a mother is never free.

Our energies are often stimulated by the necessity of supporting a being weaker than ourselves.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man's life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool's notion of history.

When there is an old maid in the house, a watchdog is unnecessary.