Fancy tortures more people than does reality

When passion and habit long lie in company it is only slowly and with incredulity that habit awakens to finds its companion fled, itself alone.

Women hope that the dead love may revive; but men know that of all dead things none are so past recall as a dead passion.

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

It is a kind of blindness--poverty. We can only grope through life when we are poor, hitting and maiming ourselves against every angle.

Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.

I do not wish to be a coward like the father of mankind and throw the blame upon a woman.