... evil was, perhaps, necessarily always more impressive than good.
Life itself is an unsolved mystery", said the clergyman gravely.
The bereaved had never any doubt about their dear ones' wishes and those wishes usually squared with their own inclinations.
A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves
Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master.
It's like all those quiet people, when they do lose their tempers they lose them with a vengeance.