it is easy to starve, but it is difficult to stoop.

A modern writer likens coquettes to those hunters who do not eat the game which they have successfully pursued.

love, which is a madness, and a scourge, and a fever, and a delusion, and a snare, is also a mystery, and very imperfectly understood by everyone except the individual sufferer who writhes under its tortures.

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.

Why is it so difficult to love wisely, so easy to love too well?

Amiability is the redeeming quality of fools.

Life is such a very troublesome matter, when all is said and done, that it's as well even to take its blessings quietly.