Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.

If life be a war, it seemed my destiny to conduct it single-handed.

Oh madam, when you put bread and cheese, instead of burnt porridge, into these children's mouths, you may indeed feed their vile bodies, but you little think how you starve their immortal souls!

Jane, I never meant to wound you thus...Will you ever forgive me?" Reader, I forgave him at the moment and on the spot.

The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.

Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing.

As to the mouth, it delights at times in laughter; it is disposed to impart all that the brain conceives; though I daresay it would be silent on much the heart experiences. Mobile and flexible, it was never intended to be compressed in the eternal silence of solitude: it is a mouth which should speak much and smile often, and have human affection for its interlocutor.