We surely know by some nameless instinct more about our futures than we think we know.
The emotional qualities are antagonistic to clear reasoning.
There are heroisms all round us waiting to be done.
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.
My mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work!
I have heard, Mr. Holmes, that you can see deeply into the manifold wickedness of the human heart.