Everybody liked better to conjecture how the thing was, than simply to know it; for conjecture soon became more confident than knowledge, and had a more liberal allowance for the incompatible.

We are all apt to believe what the world believes about us.

Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.

It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.

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

Whatever may be the success of my stories, I shall be resolute in preserving my incognito, having observed that a nom de plume secures all the advantages without the disagreeables of reputation.

One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymen's miseries is to go and look at their pleasures.