Amelia Barr

It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.

The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.

Old age is the verdict of life.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

There is no corner too quiet or too far away for a woman to make sorrow in it.

Whatever the scientists may say if we take the supernatural out of life we leave only the unnatural.

Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt is already accomplished.

This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares, she never gives them. In some form or other we pay for her favors, or we go empty away.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

It is little men know of women, their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

When men make themselves into brutes it is just to treat them like brutes.

The inevitable has always found me ready and hopeful.

That is the great mistake about the affections. It is not the rise and fall of empires the birth and death of kings or the marching of armies that move them most. When they answer from their depths it is to the domestic joys and tragedies of life.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us, in joy we face the storm and defy it.

But the lover's power is the poet's power. He can make love from all the common strings with which this world is strung.

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?