Nobody who is somebody looks down on anybody.

moral vanity is the snare of good people.

Grandmother belongs to the generation of women who were satisfied to have men retain their vices, if they removed their hats.

... Love never forgets; or if it does, it is an imperfect love, like the beautiful love of a dog, faithful and unreasoning.

Anger as well as love casts out fear.

... it is curious how fatal it is, either to a situation or to an individual, or even to a name, if in an evil moment it becomes funny.

There is a bond, it appears, between mother and child which endures as long as they do. It is independent of love; reason cannot weaken it; hate cannot destroy it.