Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not walk with his head hindmost, when what you need to know is the play of inward stimulus that sends him hither and thither in a network of possible paths?

There is no sort of wrong deed of which a man can bear the punishment alone; you can't isolate yourself and say that the evil that is in you shall not spread. Men's lives are as thoroughly blended with each other as the air they breathe; evil spreads as necessarily as disease.

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

Harold, like the rest of us, had many impressions which saved him the trouble of distinct ideas.

The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.

... it is because sympathy is but a living again through our own past in a new form, that confession often prompts a response of confession.

It's a father's duty to give his sons a fine chance.