...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 the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

There's folks 'ud hold a sieve under the pump and expect to carry away the water.

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

One can begin so many things with a new person! - even begin to be a better man.

More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.

It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.