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

Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-contained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no colour from the outer world.

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.

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

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

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.

Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea.