An intelligent wife can make her home, in spite of exigencies, pretty much what she pleases.

In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone.

It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit.

If you take temptations into account, who is to say that he is better than his neighbor?

Which of us that is thirty years old has not had its Pompeii? Deep under ashes lies the life of youth--the careless sport, the pleasure and the passion, the darling joy.

We know that Heaven chastens those whom it loves best; being pleased by repeated trials, to make . . . pure spirits more pure.

Fairy roses, fairy rings, turn out sometimes troublesome things.