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.

Dignity and love do not blend.

The more heart, the more sorrow.

Remarkable places are like the summits of rocks; eagles and reptiles only can get there.

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

Innocence and mystery never dwell long together.