We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.

Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to sit still.

After all, the true seeing is within.

He longed now to have the sort of apprenticeship to life which would not shape him too definitely, and rob him of the choice that might come from a free growth.

When our indignation is borne in submissive silence, we are apt to feel twinges of doubt afterwards as to our own generosity, if.

I am not magnanimous enough to like people who speak to me without seeming to see me.

It is the favourite stratagem of our passions to sham a retreat, and to turn sharp round upon us at the moment we have made up our minds that the day is our own.

Even in 1831 Lowick was at peace, not more agitated by Reform than by the solemn tenor of the Sunday sermon.

Delicious Autumn!