The world is not interested in the storms you encountered, but did you bring in the ship?

Wives invariably flourish when deserted; ... it is the deserting male, the reckless idealist rushing about the world seeking a non-existent felicity, who often ends in disaster.

The worldly relations of men and women often form an equation that cancels out without warning when some insignificant factor has been added to either side.

Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight.

The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.

The wives who are not deserted, but who have to feed and clothe and comfort and scold and advise, are the true objects of commiseration; wives whose existence is given over to a ceaseless vigil of cantankerous affection.

Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!