What If My Words Were Meant For

... Learning To Love Any One Is Like An Increase Of Property, -- It Increases Care, And Brings Many New Fears Lest Precious Things Should Come To Harm.

A Woman's Lot Is Made For Her By The Love She Accepts.

It Is Hard To Believe Long Together That Anything Is "worth While," Unless There Is Some Eye To Kindle In Common With Our Own, Some Brief Word Uttered Now And Then To Imply That What Is Infinitely Precious To Us Is Precious Alike To Another Mind.

A Prig Is A Fellow Who Is Always Making You A Present Of His Opinions.

Great Feelings Will Often Take The Aspect Of Error, And Great Faith The Aspect Of Illusion.