Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.
It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.
There is something great and terrible about suicide.
Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.
The man whose action habitually bears the stamp of his mind is a genius, but the greatest genius is not always equal to himself, or he would cease to be human.
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.