He was bolder in the daylight-most men are.

We never tire of the friendships we form with books.

There are very few moments in a man's existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.

It would have been cruel in Miss Havisham, horribly cruel, to practise on the susceptibility of a poor boy, and to torture me through all these years with a vain hope and an idle pursuit, if she had reflected on the gravity of what she did. But I think she did not. I think that in the endurance of her own trial, she forgot mine, Estella.

Our affections, however laudable, in this transitory world, should never master us; we should guide them, guide them.

Friendless I can never be, for all mankind are my kindred, and I am on ill terms with no one member of my great family.

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