For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?
It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.
Everybody likes to go their own way–to choose their own time and manner of devotion.
A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other.
Where the wound had been given, there must the cure be found, if any where.
It would be most right, and most wise, and, therefore must involve least suffering.