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Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives, is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honeymoon in Eden, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the wilderness. It is still the beginning of the home epic—the gradual conquest or irremediable loss of that complete union which makes the advancing years a climax, and age the harvest of sweet memories in common. Some set out, like Crusaders of old, with a glorious equipment of hope and enthusiasm and get broken by the way, wanting patience with each other and the world.
CHAPTER LXXXVI. "Le coeur se sature d'amour comme d'un sel divin qui le conserve; de la l'incorruptible adherence de ceux qui se sont aimes des l'aube de la vie, et la fraicheur des vielles amours prolonges. Il existe un embaumement d'amour. C'est de Daphnis et Chloe que sont faits Philemon et Baucis. Cette vieillesse la, ressemblance du soir avec l'aurore."—VICTOR HUGO: L'homme qui rit.
I believe that people are almost always better than their neighbours think they are
Dorothea had not distinctly observed but felt with a stifling depression, that the large vistas and wide fresh air which she had dreamed of finding in her husband's mind were replaced by anterooms and winding passages which seemed to lead nowhither.
...we begin by knowing little and believing much, and we sometimes end by inverting the quantities.
There are characters which are continually creating collisions and nodes for themselves in dramas which nobody is prepared to act with them.
"My mother is like old George the Third," said the Vicar, "she objects to metaphysics."
...one's self-satisfaction is an untaxed kind of property which it is very unpleasant to find deprecated.
What can the fitness of things mean, if not their fitness to a man's expectations?
"He had catched a great cold, had he had no other clothes to wear that the skin of a bear not yet killed."- FULLER
