Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.

Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most dependent on the opinions of others!

There is no denying that there are 'royal roads' through existence for the upper classes; for them, at least, the highways are macadamized, swept, and watered.

The rich know not how hard it is to be of needful rest and needful food debarred.

Nothing is so fortunate for mankind as its diversity of opinion.

All beginnings are very troublesome things.

A woman only can understand a woman.