Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

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.