It’s rather a strong check to one’s self-complacency to find how much of one’s right doing depends on not being in want of money.

To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.

There's folks 'ud stand on their heads and then say the fault was i' their boots.

There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.

The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.

Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.

If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.