Charity in various guises is an intruder the poor see often; but courtesy and delicacy are visitants with which they are seldom honored.

It is a kind of blindness--poverty. We can only grope through life when we are poor, hitting and maiming ourselves against every angle.

What is failure except feebleness? And what is it to miss one's mark except to aim widely and weakly?

Indifference is the invincible grant of the world.

The heart of silver falls ever into the hands of brass. The sensitive herb is eaten as grass by the swine.

The art of pleasing is more based on the art of seeming pleased than people think of, and she disarmed the prejudices of her enemies by the unaffected delight she appeared to take in themselves.

Honor is an old-world thing; but it smells sweet to those in whose hand it is strong.