all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
I rely on the promise, God is kind to women, fools, and drunk people.
When one has been threatened with a great injustice, one accepts a smaller as a favour.
The glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.
Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
Not a hundredth part of the thoughts in my head have ever been or ever will be spoken or written — as long as I keep my senses, at least.