Want of perseverance is the great fault of women in everything--morals, attention to health, friendship, and so on. It cannot be too often repeated that women never reach the end of anything through want of perseverance.

One can impose silence on sentiment, but one can not give it limits.

Where love and wisdom drink out of the same cup, in this everyday world, it is the exception.

The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed.

Indulgence, twin sister of guilt.

It were no virtue to bear calamities if we did not feel them.

Love is the only possession which we can carry with us beyond the grave.