An artist cannot do anything slovenly.

How wonderful, how very wonderful the operations of time, and the changes of the human mind!

As a brother, a landlord, a master, she considered how many people's happiness were in his guardianship! -- How much of pleasure or pain it was in his power to bestow! -- How much of good or evil must be done by him!

Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.

She was stronger alone.

There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow. Employment, even melancholy, may dispel melancholy.

[I]t is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible.