... learning to love any one is like an increase of property, -- it increases care, and brings many new fears lest precious things should come to harm.
What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
Those only can thoroughly feel the meaning of death who know what is perfect love.
Friendships begin with liking or gratitude- roots that can be pulled up.
There is a sort of human paste that when it comes near the fire of enthusiasm is only baked into harder shape.
There's things to put up wi' in ivery place, an' you may change an' change an' not better yourself when all's said an' done.