The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute. 527
A grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists. 596
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues. 544
We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are. 1.1K
A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories. 562
Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other. 584
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other. 563
