Men Little Know When They Say Hard

The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.

I Am Thinking,’ He Remarked Quietly, ’whether I Shall Add To The Disorder In This Room, By Scattering Your Brains About The Fireplace.

I Never Paid You A Compliment, Rachel, In My Life. Successful Love May Sometimes Use The Language Of Flattery, I Admit. But Hopeless Love, Dearest, Always Speaks The Truth.

And Earth Was Heaven A Little The Worse For Wear. And Heaven Was Earth, Done Up Again To Look Like New.

I Am An Average Good Christian, When You Don't Push My Christianity Too Far. And All The Rest Of You—which Is A Great Comfort—are, In This Respect, Much The Same As I Am.