One exits with one's husband -- one lives with one's lover.
When one has no particular talent for anything, one takes to the pen.
Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
For avarice begins where poverty ends.
Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.
Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness; and most young girls, prompted by instinctive tenderness, lean towards mysticism, the obscurer side of religion.