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

He liked to be kindly treated, to be praised and petted, to be well fed and caressed; and they who so treated him were his chosen friends. He had in this the instincts of a horse, not approaching the higher sympathies of a dog.

Let her who is forty call herself forty; but if she can be young in spirit at forty, let her show that she is so.

She went up to her room, disembarrassed herself of her finery,