It is hard work to be good when you are very little and very hungry, and have many sticks to beat you, and no mother's lips to kiss you.

for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to hear the sounds that others cannot hear?

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.

Love is cruel as the grave.

A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.

Intensely selfish people are always very decided as to what they wish. They do not waste their energies in considering the good of others.

What we love once, we love forever. Shall there be joy in heaven over those who repent, yet no forgiveness for them upon earth? --"Wanda