“She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.”

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

Fate is usually swift when she deals a blow.

I shall return, doubt it not. Such love as ours was not created to remain unfulfilled. Whatever may happen, believe and trust in me, as I shall in you, and keep the remembrance of me in your heart without sadness and without regret.

A woman’s heart is such a complex problem – the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.

…but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.

The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.

She, too, had worn a mask in assuming a contempt for him, whilst, as a matter of fact, she completely misunderstood him

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.

Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T’wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine

Odd’s fish, m’dear! The man can’t even tie his own cravat!

To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.

We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops

Money and titles may be hereditary,” she would say, “but brains are not,”.

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.

What if you gave someone a gift, and they neglected to thank you for it – would you be likely to give them another?

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks.

It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it.

To treat your facts with imagination is one thing, to imagine your facts is another.

To speak another language is to have another soul

I’m so tough and so bad, I can be humble and lift another guy up.

Emerson stands apart from the other poets and essayists of New England, and of English literature generally, as of another order.

If I never make another dollar, my life is complete.