Fiction is a potent agent for good--in the hands of the good.
Where love and wisdom drink out of the same cup, in this everyday world, it is the exception.
That woman is happiest whose life is passed in the shadow of a manly, loving heart.
Love is the pass-key to the heart.
Our own cast-off sorrows are not sufficient to constitute sympathy for others.
A woman must be truly refined to incite chivalry in the heart of a man.