There is no more terrible woe upon earth than the woe of the stricken brain, which remembers the days of its strength, the living light of its reason, the sunrise of its proud intelligence, and knows that these have passed away like a tale that is told.

A great love is an absolute isolation and an absolute absorption.

Woman's fatal weakness is to desire sympathy and comprehension. --"Wanda

Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.

Humiliation is a guest that only comes to those who have made ready his resting-place, and will give him a fair welcome. ... no one can disgrace you save yourself.

Woman already controls by not seeming to do so. Talk no more of her rights.

Hypocrites weep, and you cannot tell their tears from those of saints; but no bad man ever laughed sweetly yet.