Every year strips us of at least one vain expectation, and teaches us to reckon some solid good in its stead.

The fact is, both callers and work thicken - the former sadly interfering with the latter.

Power of generalizing gives men so much the superiority in mistake over the dumb animals.

...there's never a garden in all the parish but what there's endless waste in it for want o' somebody as could use everything up. It's what I think to myself sometimes, as there need nobody run short o' victuals if the land was made the most on, and there was never a morsel but what could find it's way to a mouth.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

The last refuge of intolerance is in not tolerating the intolerant.

And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.