Diffidence is a sort of false modesty.

We pass by common objects or persons without noticing them; but the keen eye detects and notes types everywhere and among all classes.

Presently, we were aware of an odour gradually coming towards us, something musky, fiery, savoury, mysterious, - a hot drowsy smell, that lulls the senses, and yet enflames them, - the truffles were coming.

That which we call a snob by any other name would still be snobbish.

Choose a good disagreeable friend, if you be wise--a surly, steady, economical, rigid fellow.

Who feels injustice, who shrinks before a slight, who has a sense of wrong so acute, and so glowing a gratitude for kindness, as a generous boy?

The best of women are hypocrites.