Poor fellow! I think he is in love with you.' I am not aware of it. And to me it is one of the most odious things in a girl's life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her... I have no ground for the nonsensical vanity of fancying everybody who comes near me is in love with me.

One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.

I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.

A mother's yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.

It's all one web, sir. The prosperity of the country is one web.

Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.

Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things.