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

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.

My intellect is a little way upon the wrong side of that narrow boundary-line between sanity and insanity.

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.

Paris is a mighty schoolmaster, a grand enlightener of the provincial intellect.

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.

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