We can scarcely hate anyone that we know.

"We are all of us, more or less, the slaves of opinion."

We never do anything well till we cease to think about the manner of doing it.

To give a reason for anything is to breed a doubt of it.

"They are, as it were, train-bearers in the pageant of life, and hold a glass up to humanity, frailer than itself. We see ourselves at second-hand in them: they show us all that we are, all that we wish to be, and all that we dread to be. . . ."