People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.
Our life is determined for us; and it makes the mind very free when we give up wishing, and only think of bearing what is laid upon us, and doing what is given us to do.
No compliment can be eloquent, except as an expression of indifference.
No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.
Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.
Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them. How can we ever be satisfied without them until our feelings are deadened?
If boys and men are to be welded together in the glow of transient feeling, they must be made of metal that will mix, else they inevitably fall asunder when the heat dies out.
I would rather not be engaged. When people are engaged, they begin to think of being married soon.
I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.
I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
