There are different kinds of wrong. The people sinned against are not always the best.

Real charity and real ability never to condemn-the one real virtue-is so often the result of a waking experience that gives a glimpse of what lies beneath things.

If I were not a child with my parents, they would be more unloving toward me.

There is probably nothing like living together for blinding people to each other.

Well, of course, people are only human... But it really does not seem much for them to be.

We must use words as they are used, or stand aside from life.

A plot is like the bones of a person, not interesting like expression, or signs of experience, but the support of the whole.