I think cheerfulness is a fortune in itself.

Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.

Speech may be barren; but it is ridiculous to suppose that silence is always brooding on a nestful of eggs.

... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

I trust you as holy men trust God; you could do nought that was not pure and loving, though the deed might pierce me unto death.

It is better - it shall be better with me because I have known you.

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