People's weaker side is not necessarily their truer self.
I am ill at ease with people whose lives are an open book.
Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.
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.
Real life seems to have no plots.
Dear, dear, the miniature world of the family! All the emotions of mankind seem to find a place in it.