The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.

A woman will always sacrifice herself if you give her the opportunity. It is her favorite form of self-indulgence.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her, but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

It's no good trying to keep up old friendships. It's painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it.

When we come to judge others it is not by ourselves as we really are that we judge them, but by an image that we have formed of ourselves from which we have left out everything that offends our vanity or would discredit us in the eyes of the world.

For the complete life, the perfect pattern includes old age as well as youth and maturity.

Women's hearts are like old china, none the worse for a break or two.

We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them.

Affection is created by habit, community of interests, convenience and the desire of companionship. It is a comfort rather than an exhilaration.

We know our friends by their defects rather than by their merits.