Talent in love, as in every other art, consists in the power of forming a conception combined with the power of carrying it out.
Such is life. It is no cleaner than a kitchen; it reeks like a kitchen; and if you mean to cook your dinner, you must expect to soil your hands; the real art is in getting them clean again, and therein lies the whole morality of our epoch.
Study lends a kind of enchantment to all our surroundings.
Squeeze the marriage question you squirt out nothing but fun for the bachelors and weariness for the married men.
Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.
Singular creature, he had never cared to find out a single relative among four generations counted on the female side. The thought of his heirs was abhorrent to him; and the idea that his wealth could pass into other hands after his death simply inconceivable.
Silliness has two ways of comporting itself; it talks, or is silent. Silent silliness can be borne.
She who is really a wife, one in heart, flesh, and bone, must follow wherever he leads, in whom her life, her strength, her pride, and happiness are centered.
Science is the language of the Temporal world, Love is that of the Spiritual world.
Remorse is impotence, impotence which sins again. Repentance alone is powerful; it ends all.
Reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.
Power is action, and the elective principle is discussion. There is no policy, no statesmanship possible where discussion is permanent.
