I am not magnanimous enough to like people who speak to me without seeming to see me.
Husbands are an inferior class of men, who require keeping in order.
Hobbies are apt to run away with us, you know; it doesn’t do to be run away with. We must keep the reins.
Great feelings will often take the aspect of error, and great faith the aspect of illusion.
For we all of us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and act fatally on the strength of them.
Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
Duty has a trick of behaving unexpectedly – something like a heavy friend whom we have amiably asked to visit us, and who breaks his leg within our gates.
Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand.
Character is not cut in marble – it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
But what we strive to gratify, though we may call it a distant hope, is an immediate desire: the future estate for which men drudge up city alleys exists already in their imagination and love.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
