So, throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise.

Constancy in love is a good thing; but it means nothing, and is nothing, without constancy in every kind of effort.

Heaven suits the back to the burden.

All knives and forks were working away at a rate that was quite alarming; very few words were spoken; and everybody seemed to eat his utmost, in self defence, as if a famine were expected to set in before breakfast-time to-morrow morning, and it had become high time to assert the first law of nature.

[She wasn't] a logically reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts may count in heaven as high as heads.

And yet I love him. I love him so much and so dearly, that when I sometimes think my life may be but a weary one, I am proud of it and glad of it. I am proud and glad to suffer something for him, even though it is of no service to him, and he will never know of it or care for it.

Mr. Bazzard's father, being a Norfolk farmer, would have furiously laid about him with a flail, a pitch-fork, and every agricultural implement available for assaulting purposes, on the slightest hint of his son's having written a play.