There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

But certain winds will make men's temper bad.

We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.

Don't you meddle with me, and I won't meddle with you.

Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.

... in no part of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, in the absence of suitable furniture and complete dinner-service.

The pride of the body is a barrier against the gifts that purify the soul.