We are minor in everything but our passions.
nobody ever dies of an indignity.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
When one is a child, the disposition of objects, tables and chairs and doors, seems part of the natural order: a house-move lets in chaos - as it does for a dog.
...there must be something she wanted; and that therefore she was no lady.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.