We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

We may handle even extreme opinions with impunity while our furniture, our dinner-giving, and preference for armorial bearings in our own case, link us indissolubly with the established order.

Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.

Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personæ folded in her hand.

The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.

The chief difference between the reality and the vision was that in his dream Hetty was continually coming before him in bodily presence — strangely mingling herself as an actor in scenes with which she had nothing to do.

It's easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient.