In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone.
Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter.
I set it down as a maxim, that it is good for a man to live where he can meet his betters, intellectual and social.
The world is good natured to people who are good natured.
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.
She lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how — these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world.