These bitter sorrows of childhood! when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly… — George Eliot

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

I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.

But then the need of being loved, the strongest need ... in poor Maggie's nature, began to wrestle with her pride and soon threw it.