Women love those best (whether men, women, or children) who give them most pain.

Love is not a volunteer thing.

All that hoops are good for is to clean dirty shoes and keep fellows at a distance.

Men know no medium: They will either, spaniel-like, fawn at your feet, or be ready to leap into your lap.

Superstitious notions propagated in infancy are hardly ever totally eradicate, not even in minds grown strong enough to despise the like credulous folly in others.

There hardly can be a greater difference between any two men, than there too often is, between the same man, a lover and a husband.

Parents cannot expect advice to have the same force upon their children as experience has upon themselves.