What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?

... the true seeing is within; and painting stares at you with an insistent imperfection.

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

Mankind is not disposed to look narrowly into the conduct of great victors when their victory is on the right side.

... in no part of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, in the absence of suitable furniture and complete dinner-service.

Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.

We get a deal o' useless things about us, only because we've got the money to spend.