Obligation is the bitterest thraldom.
It is often a sign of wit not to show it, and not to see that others want it.
Women do not often have it in their power to give like men, but they forgive like Heaven.
Our own cast-off sorrows are not sufficient to constitute sympathy for others.
When death gives us a long lease of life, it takes as hostages all those whom we have loved.
The most subtle flattery that a woman can receive is by actions, not by words.