We are not very much to blame for our bad marriages. We live amid hallucinations, and especial trap is laid to trip up our feet with, and all are tripped up first or last. But the mighty mother, who had been so sly with us, as if she felt she owed us some indemnity, insinuates into the Pandora box of marriage some deep and serious benefits, and some great joys.

Fate is unpenetrated causes.

The babe in arms is a channel through which the energies we call fate, love, and reason visibly stream.

Coal is a portable climate.

The silence that accepts merit as the most natural thing in the world is the highest applause.

An answer in words is delusive; it is really no answer to the questions you ask.

As the traveler who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse's neck, and trusts to the instinct of the animal to find his road, so must we do with the divine animal who carries us through this world