An author must be nothing if he do not love truth; a barrister must be nothing if he do.

A fellow oughtn't to let his family property go to pieces.

There was but one thing for him;- to persevere till he got her, or till he had finally lost her. And should the latter be his fate, as he began to fear that it would be, then, he would live, but live only, like a crippled man.

Of course, Lady Arabella could not suckle the young heir herself. Ladies Arabella never can. They are gifted with the powers of being mothers, but not nursing mothers. Nature gives them bosoms for show, but not for use. So Lady Arabella had a wet-nurse.

For there is no folly so great as keeping one's sorrows hidden.

The habit of writing clearly soon comes to the writer who is a severe critic to himself.

I hold that gentleman to be the best-dressed whose dress no one observes.