She says, he is a great soul.—A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in! said Mrs. Cadwallader.
Why should I not marry the man who loves me, if I love him? said Catherine. To her the effort was something like the leap of a woman from the deck into the lifeboat.
A man never lies with more delicious languor under the influence of a passion than when he has persuaded himself that he shall subdue it to-morrow.
It will always remain true that if we had been greater, circumstance would have been less strong against us.
If you had a table spread for a feast, and was making merry with your friends, you would think it was kind to let me come and sit down and rejoice with you, because you'd think I should like to share those good things; but I should like better to share in your trouble and your labour.
Our guides, we pretend, must be sinless: as if those were not often the best teachers who only yesterday got corrected for their mistakes.
Are you beginning to dislike slang, then?" said Rosamond, with mild gravity. "Only the wrong sort. All choice of words is slang. It marks a class." "There is correct English: that is not slang." "I beg your pardon: correct English is the slang of prigs who write history and essays. And the strongest slang of all is the slang of poets.
I suppose it's the name: there's a deal in the name of a tune.
The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.