Who, being loved, is poor?

Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window.

One must have a heart of stone to read the death of little Nell without laughing.

The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray.

The British cook, for her iniquities, is a foolish woman who should be turned into a pillar of salt which she never knows how to use.

I am not in favour of this modern mania for turning bad people into good people at a moment's notice.

Why was I born with such contemporaries?