All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
Consequences are unpitying.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.
The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.
A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other.
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.
Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.
The best augury of a man’s success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.