…I can't help seeing that you are very lonely, and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart.

I've neither beauty, money, nor rank, yet every foolish boy mistakes my frank interest for something warmer, and makes me miserable. It is my misfortune. Think of me what you will, but beware of me in time, for against my will I may do you harm.

So she enjoyed herself heartily, and found, what isn't always the case, that her granted wish was all she had hoped.

Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

Now and then genius carries all before it, but not often. We have to climb slowly, with many slips and falls.

I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it's good for me.

Many argue; not many converse.