I wished that I had some other guardian of minor abilities.

I resolved to tell my guardian that I doubted Orlick being the right sort of man to fill a post of trust at Miss Havisham’s. ‘Why of course he is not the right sort of man, Pip,’ said my guardian, comfortably satisfied beforehand on the general head, ‘because the man who fills the post of trust never is the right sort of man.

...and to-morrow looked in my face more steadily than I could look at it

We were equals afterwards, as we had been before; but, afterwards at quiet times when I sat looking at Joe and thinking about him, I had a new sensation of feeling conscious that I was looking up to Joe in my heart.

Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?

No varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.

It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.