A picture of human life such as a great artist can give, surprises even the trivial and the selfish into that attention to what is apart from themselves, which may be called the raw material of moral sentiment.

The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

In high vengeance there is noble scorn.

In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's.

The fact is, both callers and work thicken - the former sadly interfering with the latter.

The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families.