autobiography at least saves a man or woman that the world is curious about from the publication of a string of mistakes called 'Memoirs.

For character too is a process and an unfoldingamong our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful; whose distinguished mind is a little spotted with commonness; who is a little pinched here and protruberent there with native prejudices; or whose better energies are liable to lapse down the wrong channel under the influence of transient solicitations?

How impossible it is for strong healthy people to understand the way in which bodily malaise and suffering eats at the root of one's life! The philosophy that is true - the religion that is strength to the healthy - is constantly emptiness to one when the head is distracted and every sensation is oppressive.

In poor Rosamond's mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.

It had already occurred to him that books were stuff, and that life was stupid.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.