You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things, you are contented to be petted and admired by silly people, instead of being loved and respected by wise ones.

…in silence learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow.

A real gentleman is as polite to a little girl as to a woman.

I'm tired of praise; and love is very sweet, when it is simple and sincere like this.

My father taught in the wise way which unfolds what lies in the child

I’m not like the rest of you; I never made any plans about what I’d do when I grew up; I never thought of being married, as you did. I couldn’t seem to imagine myself anything but stupid little Beth, trotting about at home, of no use anywhere but there. I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is leaving you all. I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.

Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?