In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.

We should strive to go on in fortune and misfortune like a clock during a thunderstorm.

The obscurest epoch is to-day.

Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.

Am I no a bonny fighter?

This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still.

His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.