The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.

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.

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.

All romances end at marriage.

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.

Sometimes a woman's love of being loved gets the better of her conscience, and though she is agonized at the thought of treating a man cruelly, she encourages him to love her while she doesn't love him at all. Then, when she sees him suffering, her remorse sets in, and she does what she can to repair the wrong.

Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?