All romances end at marriage.

She was at that modulating point between indifference and love, at the stage called having a fancy for. It occurs once in the history of the most gigantic passions, and it is a period when they are in the hands of the weakest will.

Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.

Many...have learned that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements, but as to their subjective experiences. The impressionable peasant leads a larger, fuller, more dramatic life than the pachydermatous king.

I wish I had never been born--there or anywhere else.

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so?