It was true, however, that he sometimes startled his hearers by things which might have been considered to border on coarseness if they had not been … - Anthony Trollope

Love is like any other luxury. You have no right to it unless you can afford it.

To feel that your hours are filled to overflowing, that you can barely steal minutes enough for sleep, that the welfare of many is entrusted to you, that the world looks on and approves, that some good is always being done to others — above all things some good to your country; — that is happiness.

Lovers with all the glories and all the graces are supposed to be plentiful as blackberries by girls of nineteen, but have been proved to be rare hothouse fruits by girls of twenty-nine.