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

Of course there are exceptional circumstances, and there is exceptional talent; but, unhappily, exceptional talent does not always win its reward unless favoured by exceptional circumstances.

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.

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.

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

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