Holy Men! Holy Cabbages! Holy Bean Pods! What do they do but live and suck in sustenance and grow fat?

Was it hardness, was it selfishness, that she should ask me to risk my life for her own glorification? Such thoughts may come to middle age; but never to ardent three-and-twenty in the fever of his first love.

What can we know? What are we all? Poor silly half-brained things peering out at the infinite, with the aspirations of angels and the instinct of beasts.

You know my methods. Apply them.

Brothers are a blessing for one thing. There is no possibility of any young lady getting unreasonably conceited if she be endowed with them.

My sister and I, you will recollect, were twins, and you know how subtle are the links which bind two souls which are so closely allied.

From a drop of water a logician could infer the possibility of an Atlantic or a Niagara without having seen or heard of one or the other.