We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.

Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of those who diffuse it: it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker.

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

I am not imposed upon by fine words; I can see what actions mean.

There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room, and to have a discussion coolly waived when you feel that justice is all on your own side is even more exasperating in marriage than in philosophy.

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

The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.