I went away, dear Agnes, loving you. I stayed away, loving you. I returned home, loving you!

If they would rather die, . . . they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.

My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.

The leprosy of unreality disfigured every human creature in attendance.

They are so filthy and bestial that no honest man would admit one into his house for a water-closet doormat.

Old Mr. Rarx was not a pleasant man to look at, nor yet to talk to, or to be with, for no one could help seeing that he was a sordid and selfish character, and that he had warped further and further out of the straight with time.

We must meet reverses boldly, and not suffer them to frighten us, my dear. We must learn to act the play out. We must live misfortune down, Trot!