Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

We reap what we sow, but nature has love over and above that justice, and gives us shadow and blossom and fruit, that spring from no planting of ours.

The best happiness will be to escape the worst misery.

Hostesses who entertain much must make up their parties as ministers make up their cabinets, on grounds other than personal liking.

The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.

What should I do—how should I act now, this very day . . . What she would resolve to do that day did not yet seem quite clear, but something that she could achieve stirred her as with an approaching murmur which would soon gather distinctness.

Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.