Ross Poldark (Poldark, #1)

by Winston Graham

“Ill usage makes the sweetest of us vicious,”

All men were born in the same way: no privilege existed that was not of man’s own contriving.

what was the good of looking for tomorrow when today filled all your time and all your energy and sometimes all your fears?

The degree of a man’s need should not determine the degree of his honesty.

Women were like that: however charming taken singly, a first meeting with one of their own kind was an intuitive testing and searching.