In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

Bless thy simplicity, Tess

Pessimism is playing the sure game. You cannot lose at it; you may gain. It is the only view of life in which you can never be disappointed. Having reckoned what to do in the worst possible circumstances, when better arise, as they may, life becomes child's play.

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.