It is impossible, to me at least, to be poetical in cold weather.

I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.

... indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable.

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

It's well known there's always two sides, if no more.

... in no part of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, in the absence of suitable furniture and complete dinner-service.

If I got places, sir, it was because I made myself fit for 'em. If you want to slip into a round hole, you must first make a ball of yourself; that's where it is.