He shook hands with Margaret. He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact.

Those who are happy and successful themselves are too apt to make light of the misfortunes of others.

Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.

But Margaret went less abroad, among machinery and men; saw less of power in its public effect, and, as it happened, she was thrown with one or two of those who, in all measures affecting masses of people, must be acute sufferers for the good of many. The question always is, has everything been done to make the sufferings of these exceptions as small as possible?

All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.

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.

Every mile was redolent of associations, which she would not have missed for the world, but each of which made her cry upon 'the days that are no more' with ineffable longing.