"I should like to have given him that comfort; I fancy he hasn't much comfort in life; but there seems no comfort in me." He dropped his head in a fit attitude for compassion; but she poured no pity upon it.
"There is no comfort for us in ourselves," she said.

"It's hard to get outside; but there's only despair within.

When we think we have done something for others, by some great effort, we find it's all for our own vanity." "Yes," said Beaton.

"If I could paint pictures for righteousness' sake, I should have been glad to do Conrad Dryfoos for his father.

I felt sorry for him.