When men make themselves into brutes it is just to treat them like brutes.
There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?
The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.