I do not look on self-indulgent, sensual people as worthy of my hatred; I simply look upon them with contempt for their poorness of character.

Nothing like the act of eating for equalizing men. Dying is nothing to it.

My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.

Waiting is far more difficult than doing.

She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.

Trust a girl of sixteen for knowing well if she is pretty; concerning her plainness she may be ignorant.

Oh dear! A drunken infidel weaver! said Mr. Hale to himself.