There's nothing final about a mistake, except its being taken as final.

The only creative power I know is that of what might roughly be called 'love'; not of course a sentimental love: a far more impersonal and less individual emotion. I sometimes think that migratory birds may have it for each other. They fly in the same direction, and have never been seen to interfere with each other's flights.

Neither saints nor angels have ever increased my faith in this enigma Life; but what are called 'common men and women' have increased it.

A man whose every exertion is bent upon showing up the flaws in his wife's character must be at least partially responsible for some of them.

hurt vanity is one of the cruelest of mortal wounds.

... not being liked has a certain virtue about it, if the reason for the dislike does not lie in yourself!

... most people are dead, and none of them seem to mind it. One hears a great many complaints about life, doesn't one? And there are people I know who would certainly grumble -- however dead they were -- if there were anything to grumble at.