If you had a table spread for a feast, and was making merry with your friends, you would think it was kind to let me come and sit down and rejoice with you, because you'd think I should to share those good things; but I should better to share in your trouble and your labour.

There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.

There are glances of hatred that stab, and raise no cry of murder.

We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.

It is seldom that the miserable can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.

There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.