People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors. — George Eliot

It is true that an observer, under that softening influence of the fine arts which makes other people's hardships picturesque, might have been delighted with this homestead called Freeman's End.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?

‘I suppose a woman is never in love with any one she has always known— ever since she can remember; as a man often is. It is always some new fellow who strikes a girl.’