A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.

Saints and martyrs had never interested Maggie so much as sages and poets.

Art is the nearest thing to life; it is a mode of amplifying experience and extending our contact with our fellow men beyond the bounds of our personal lot.

Hobbies are apt to run away with us, you know; it doesn't do to be run away with. We must keep the reins.

It is very difficult to be learned; it seems as if people were worn out on the way to great thoughts, and can never enjoy them because they are too tired.

A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.

But what is opportunity to the man who can't use it?