Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course. |
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. |
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope. |
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other? |
Excessive literary production is a social offense. |
The egoism which enters into our theories does not affect their sincerity; rather, the more our egoism is satisfied, the more robust is our belief. |
I like trying to get pregnant. I'm not so sure about childbirth. |
All the learnin' my father paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and an alphabet at the other. |
Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest. |
He was like the cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow. |
The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities. |
Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet. |
Breed is stronger than pasture. |
No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from. |
Acting is nothing more or less than playing. The idea is to humanize life. |
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love. |
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together. |
There are many victories worse than a defeat. |
What loneliness is more lonely than distrust? |
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. |