Consequences are unpitying. Our deeds carry their terrible consequences, quite apart from any fluctuations that went before—consequences that are hardly ever confined to ourselves. And it is best to fix our minds on that certainty, instead of considering what may be the elements of excuse for us.

Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families.

People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.

Society never made the preposterous demand that a man should think as much about his own qualifications for making a charming girl happy as he thinks of hers for making himself happy.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor!