Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

Wit needs leisure, and certain inequalities of position

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.