If ever we hear a case of lying, we must look for a severe parents. A lie would have no read more

If ever we hear a case of lying, we must look for a severe parents. A lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt as dangerous.

He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.

He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.

She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other read more

She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other to virtue, is a much greater character than the ladies described in romance, whose whole occupation is to murder mankind with shafts from their quiver or their eyes.

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre read more

Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre To cultivate the sense of the beautiful, is one of the most effectual ways of cultivating an appreciation of the divine goodness.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable read more

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable --should persist after the beauty was gone.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.