A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

A woman questions the man who loves exactly as a judge questions a criminal. This being so, a flash of the eye, a mere word, an inflection of the voice or a moment's hesitation suffice to expose the fact, betrayal or crime he is attempting to conceal.

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Our happiness often depends upon social hypocrisies to which we will never stoop.

Most geometricians, chemists, mathematicians, and great scientists submit religion to reason only to discover a problem as unsolvable as that of squaring a circle.