One only "right" we have to assert in common with mankind--and that is as much in our hands as theirs--is the right of having something to do.
Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning.
Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots
Better no marriage, than a marriage short of the best.
Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.