...to hope for death by his side, and for one brief moment in which to tell him that her love-whole true and passionate- was entirely his.

There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.

Money and titles may be hereditary," she would say, "but brains are not,"...

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that -- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.

It does seem simple, doesn't it?' she said, with a final bitter attempt at flippancy, 'when you want to kill a chicken...you take hold of it...then you wring its neck...it's only the chicken who does not find it quite so simple. Now you hold a knife at my throat, and a hostage for my obedience...You find it simple...I don't

When will you give up these mad adventures, and leave others to fight their own battles and to save their own lives as best they may?' When your ladyship has ceased to be the most admired woman in Europe, namely, when I am in my grave.

even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end ...

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.