Our measure of rewards and punishments is most partial and incomplete, absurdly inadequate, utterly worldly; and we wish to continue it into the next world. Into that next and awful world we strive to pursue men, and send after them our impotent paltry verdicts of condemnation or acquittal. We set up our paltry little rod to measure heaven immeasurable.

Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men claiming and bearing them.

Diffidence is a sort of false modesty.

Almost all women have hearts full of pity.

Those who forgets their friends to follow those of a higher status are truly snobs.

It is to the middle-class we must look for the safety of England.

The little cares, fears, tears, timid misgivings, sleepless fancies of I don't know how many days and nights, were forgotten under one moment's influence of that familiar, irresistible smile.