The worst service, I fancy, that anyone can do for truth, is to set silly people writing on its behalf.

Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things.

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

... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

It’s rather a strong check to one’s self-complacency to find how much of one’s right doing depends on not being in want of money.

I flutter all ways, and fly in none.

It's no trifle at her time at her time of life to part with a doctor who knows her constitution.