If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.

So much has religion done for me; turning the original materials to the best account; pruning and training nature. But she could not eradicate nature: nor will it be eradicated 'till this mortal shall put on immortality.

I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.

If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.