Every woman is supposed to have the same set of motives, or else to be a monster.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
It is a common enough case, that of a man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal.
If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.
Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.
Genius at first is little more than a great capacity for receiving discipline.
The egoism which enters into our theories does not affect their sincerity; rather, the more our egoism is satisfied, the more robust is our belief.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.
But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.
I like trying to get pregnant. I'm not so sure about childbirth.
A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet; her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.
You may try but you can never imagine what it is to have a man's form of genius in you, and to suffer the slavery of being a girl.
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.
In spite of his practical ability, some of his experience had petrified into maxims and quotations.
Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
The only failure a man ought to fear is failure in cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.
Excessive literary production is a social offense.
Ignorant kindness may have the effect of cruelty; but to be angry with it as if it were direct cruelty would be an ignorant unkindness.
There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.