Marriage is the cold potato of love.

The fine gifts of temperament and imagination which are essential to the production of true poetry are often accompanied by morbid sensibility. The soul capable of ecstasy and transport must pay its price in suffering; he who walks upon the heights must sometimes grovel in the dust.

But somewhere on the great world the sun is always shining, and, just so sure as you live, it will sometime shine on you.

I've always thought my flowers had souls.

Content is a matter of temperament rather than circumstance.

A man likes to feel that he is loved, a woman likes to be told.

Some women are born to be married, some achieve marriage, and others have marriage thrust upon them.