We neither know nor judge ourselves; others may judge, but cannot know us. God alone judges and knows us.

This is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.

...it will always remain my private persuasion that Nature was absorbed in making cabbages when Mrs. Vesey was born, and that the good lady suffered the consequences of a vegetable preoccupation in the mind of the Mother of us all.

Except in this ignorant and material century, men have always worn precious stuffs and beautiful colours as well as women.

The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared. Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise. The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own.