We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.
... happy husbands and wives can hear each other say the same thing over and over again without being tired.
After all, people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves, may they not? They may seem idle and weak because they are growing. We should be very patient with each other, I think.
Fear was stronger than the calculation of probabilities.
I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
To be candid, in Middlemarch phraseology, meant, to use an early opportunity of letting your friends know that you did not take a cheerful view of their capacity, their conduct, or their position; and a robust candor never waited to be asked for its opinion.