For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.
This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.
The old know what they want; the young are sad and bewildered.
The ladies who try to keep their beauty are the ladies who lose it.
The test of a vocation is the love of the drudgery it involves.
A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.