“In the violent scorn of her revolted pride, of her indignant honor, had she forgotten a lowlier yet harder duty left undone?In her contempt and dread of yielding to mere amorous weakness had she stifled and denied the cry of pity, the cry of conscience?To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite. To forgive wrongs darker than death or night. To defy power which seems omnipotent. To love and live to hope till hope creates from it's own wreck the thing it contemplates. Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent.This had been the higher, diviner way which she had missed, this obligation from the passion of the past which she had left unfulfilled, unaccepted.Now the misgiving arose in her whether she had mistaken arrogance for duty; whether, cleaving so closely to honor she had forgotten the obligation of mercy.”

“Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness.”

“Fame has only the span of the day they say. But to live in the hearts of people-that is worth something.”

“The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.”

“It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings it is the soft luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.”

“Take hope from the heart of man and you make him a beast of prey.”

“An easygoing husband is the one indispensable comfort of life.”

“What is it that love does to a woman? Without it she only sleeps with it alone she lives.”

“A cruel story runs on wheels and every hand oils the wheels as they run.”

“It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings it is the soft luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.”

“The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.”