Our virtues, as well as our vices, are often scourges for our own backs.

How chronic is the unconcern of men and women of the world!

When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach.

love is so very subtle an essence, such an indefinable metaphysical marvel, that its due force, though very cruelly felt by the sufferer himself, is never clearly understood by those who look on at its torments and wonder why he takes the common fever so badly.

Our virtues, as well as our vices, are often scourges for our own backs.

You seem to have quite a taste for discussing these horrible subjects," she said, rather scornfully; "you ought to have been a detective police officer.

There can be no reconciliation where there is no open warfare. There must be a battle, a brave boisterous battle, with pennants waving and cannon roaring, before there can be peaceful treaties and enthusiastic shaking of hands.