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

It will be a beautiful family talk, mean and worried and full of sorrow and spite and excitement.

Well, Buttermere, this is a day that is good to live and breathe in, that makes a man feel in his prime. Standing here in front of my house, I feel as young as when I moved into it thirty years ago, in the year eighteen hundred and fifty-nine. What aged man would you take me to be, as I step as it were casually into your view?

When I die, people will say it is the best thing for me. It is because they know it is the worst. They want to avoid the feeling of pity. As though they were the people most concerned!

I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?

My youth is escaping without giving me anything it owes me.

At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.