Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.
All pain is either severe or slight, if slight, it is easily endured; if severe, it will without doubt be brief.
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
Far from our eyes th' Enchanting Objects set, Advantage by the friendly Distance get.
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met; Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
When promise and patience are wearing thin, When endurance is almost driven in, When our angels stand in a waiting hush, Remember the Marne and Ferdinand Foch.
Remembrances embellish life but forgetfulness alone makes it possible. [Fr., Les souvenirs embellissent la vie, l'oubli seul la rend possible.]
The secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to a subject depends upon our interest in it. We rarely forget that which has made a deep impression on our minds.
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing.
It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe --though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past; because we have survived.
My family begins with me, your family ends with you.
Husbands are like fires. They go out if unattended.
Nor need we power or splendor, wide hall or lordly dome; the good, the true, the tender- these form the wealth of home.
Husbands are awkward things to deal with; even keeping them in hot water will not make them tender.
There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.
There is a destiny that makes us brothers, No one goes his way alone; All that we send into the lives of others, Comes back into our own.
Parents: persons who spend half their time worrying how a child will turn out, and the rest of the time wondering when a child will turn in.
Once a man is on hand, a woman tends to stop believing in her own beliefs.
The majority of persons choose their wives with as little prudence as they eat. They see a troll with nothing else to recommend her but a pair of thighs and choice hunkers, and so smart to void their seed that they marry her at once. They imagine they can live in marvelous contentment with handsome feet and ambrosial buttocks. Most men are accredited fools shortly after they leave the womb.
Given the cultural barriers to intersex conversation, the amazing thing is that we would even expect women and men to have anything to say to each other for more than ten minutes at a stretch. The barriers are ancientâperhaps rooted, as some paleontologist may soon discover, in the contrast between the occasional guttural utterances exchanged in male hunting bands and the extended discussions characteristic of female food-gathering groups.
Such a wife as I want... must be young, handsome I lay most stress upon a good shape, sensible a little learning will do, well-bread, chaste, and tender. As to religion, a moderate stock will satisfy me. She must believe in God and hate a saint.
There is nothing enduring in life for a woman except what she builds in a man's heart.
There is always a chance that he who sets himself up as his brother's keeper will end up by being his jail-keeper.
The most expensive wedding usually ends with the quickest divorce.