Though they were Liberals they were not democrats; nor yet infidels.

I do like a little romance... just a sniff, as I call it, of the rocks and valleys. Of course, bread-and-cheese is the real thing. The rocks and valleys are no good at all, if you haven't got that.

But she knew this,—that it was necessary for her happiness that she should devote herself to some one. All the elegancies and outward charms of life were delightful, if only they could be used as the means to some end. As an end themselves they were nothing.

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

Though they were Liberals they were not democrats; nor yet infidels.

Don't let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.

Never think that you're not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. People will take you very much at your own reckoning.