Life is such a very troublesome matter, when all is said and done, that it's as well even to take its blessings quietly..

When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach..

Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea..

Our virtues, as well as our vices, are often scourges for our own backs..

Of course there are exceptional circumstances, and there is exceptional talent; but, unhappily, exceptional talent does not always win its reward unl….

The strongest proof of repentance is the endeavor to atone..

love, which is a madness, and a scourge, and a fever, and a delusion, and a snare, is also a mystery, and very imperfectly understood by everyone exc….

it is easy to starve, but it is difficult to stoop..

A priest can achieve great victories with an army of women at his command..

love is so very subtle an essence, such an indefinable metaphysical marvel, that its due force, though very cruelly felt by the sufferer himself, is ….

Self-assertion may deceive the ignorant for a time; but when the noise dies away, we cut open the drum, and find it was emptiness that made the music..

Amiability is the redeeming quality of fools..

Why is it so difficult to love wisely, so easy to love too well?.

My intellect is a little way upon the wrong side of that narrow boundary-line between sanity and insanity..

There can be no reconciliation where there is no open warfare. There must be a battle, a brave boisterous battle, with pennants waving and cannon roa….

Paris is a mighty schoolmaster, a grand enlightener of the provincial intellect..

Why, I can't help smiling at people, and speaking prettily to them. I know I'm no better than the rest of the world; but I can't help it if I'm pleas….

You seem to have quite a taste for discussing these horrible subjects," she said, rather scornfully; "you ought to have been a detective police offic….

Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-contained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no colour ….

Guilt soon learns to lie..

A modern writer likens coquettes to those hunters who do not eat the game which they have successfully pursued..