Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands.

The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.

The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.

Immanuel isn't a pun; he Kant be!

Be moderate in all things, including moderation.

It is that deep spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it.

The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray.