The human soul is hospitable, and will entertain conflicting sentiments and contradictory opinions with much impartiality.

It's all one web, sir. The prosperity of the country is one web.

I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.

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

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

Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.

Poor fellow! I think he is in love with you.' I am not aware of it. And to me it is one of the most odious things in a girl's life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her... I have no ground for the nonsensical vanity of fancying everybody who comes near me is in love with me.