Of love it may be said, the less earthly the less demonstrative. In its absolutely indestructible form it reaches a profundity in which all exhibition of itself is painful.

Once let a maiden admit the possibility of her being stricken with love for some one at a certain hour and place, and the thing is as good as done.

I have felt lately, more and more, that my present way of living is bad in every respect.

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.

If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.

She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, hated at tea parties, feared in shops, and loved at crises.