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.

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.

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

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

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

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

A priest can achieve great victories with an army of women at his command.