“Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.”

“Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love .”

“Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand.”

“There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire: it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.”

“Who with repentance is not satisfied, is not of heaven, nor earth.”

“...there's never a garden in all the parish but what there's endless waste in it for want o' somebody as could use everything up. It's what I think to myself sometimes, as there need nobody run short o' victuals if the land was made the most on, and there was never a morsel but what could find it's way to a mouth.”

“Our consiousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us anymore than without us: there have been many circulations of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud.”