When it's for each other that people give things up they don't miss them. - Henry James

It was the tragic part of happiness; one's right was always made of the wrong of some one else.

It wouldn’t have been failure to be bankrupt, dishonoured, pilloried, hanged; it was failure not to be anything.

What he thought of her she knew, what he was capable of saying to her she had felt; yet they were married, for all that, and marriage meant that a woman should cleave to the man with whom, uttering tremendous vows, she had stood at the altar.