There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.

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.

Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.

I know forgiveness is a man's duty, but, to my thinking, that can only mean as you're to give up all thoughts o' taking revenge: it can never mean as you're t' have your old feelings back again, for that's not possible.

Man cannot choose his duties.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.

but very little achievement is required in order to pity another man's shortcomings.