... is there anything more unjust than to build gold and brass and iron on poor, well-meaning clay, -- and then blame the clay when the whole image falls into dust?

as everybody knows, truthfulness and agreeable manners are often divorced on the ground of incompatibility.

By some mysterious method, Susan Carr's gossip gave the listener a gentler feeling towards his kind. When she spoke of her neighbors' faults, one knew that somehow they were simply virtues gone to seed.

Nobody who is somebody looks down on anybody.

I've always thought the law ought to put on spectacles, it has mighty poor eyesight once in a while.

Truth is like heat or light; its vibrations are endless, and are endlessly felt.

It is useless to deny that, unless one has a genius for imparting knowledge, teaching is a drudgery.