Thought is yours only. Nobody can alter or influence the use you mean to make of it.
Those who talk most about blood have never actually seen it run.
These little grey cells. It is “up to them” – as you say over here.
There’s too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will. I might concede you the Devil. God doesn’t really need to punish us, Miss Barton. We’re so very busy punishing ourselves.
There’s nothing like death for bringing out the meanness of human nature.
There’s nothing for getting a young man on in the world like punctual habits.
There’s nothing for anyone to be afraid of if they’re only telling the truth.
There’s no fool like an old fool.
There’s a convention that one doesn’t speak ill of the dead. That’s stupid, I think. The truth’s always the truth. On the whole it’s better to keep your mouth shut about living people. You might conceivably injure them. The dead are past that. But the harm they’ve done lives after them sometimes.
There is one thing no man can do, and that is to get a woman to listen to reason. Somehow or other, they don’t seem to have any kind of sense.
There is nothing so terrible as to live in an atmosphere of suspicion—to see eyes watching you and the love in them changing to fear—nothing so terrible as to suspect those near and dear to you—It is poisonous—a miasma.
There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think, than having a child that is yours, and yet is mysteriously a stranger.
