In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.

Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!

Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that -- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.