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.

Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.

The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to reverence.

Childhood is only the beautiful and happy time in contemplation and retrospect: to the child it is full of deep sorrows, the meaning of which is unknown.

She hates everything that is not what she longs for.

Imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity.

A peasant can no more help believing in a traditional superstition than a horse can help trembling when be sees a camel.