We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life’s page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher’s cleaver.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.