I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

I have never found, in anything outside of the four walls of my study, an enjoyment equal to sitting at my writing desk with a clean page, a new theme, and a mind awake.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man - the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse - the keeping up of a hollow show that must soon come to an end.

A father may turn his back on his child, … . but a mother's love endures through all.

The love of a mother is never exhausted. It never changes - it never tires - it endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute. In the face of the world's condemnation, a mother's love still lives on.

Jealous people poison their own banquet and then eat it