Vocations which we wanted to pursue, and didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

Wit needs leisure, and certain inequalities of position

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.