Her face was working and twitching with passion, but his looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad.

The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart.

Enough had been thought, and said, and felt, and imagined. It was about time that something should be done.

We must beware of the Past, mustn't we? I mean that any fixing of the mind on old evils beyond what is absolutely necessary for repenting our own sins and forgiving those of others is certainly useless and usually bad for us. Notice in Dante that the lost souls are entirely concerned with their past! Not so the saved.

Of course language is not an infallible guide, but it contains, with all its defects, a good deal of stored insight and experience.

The value given to the testimony of any feeling must depend on our whole philosophy, not our whole philosophy on a feeling.

I am struck here by the curious mixture of justice and injustice in our lives. We are blamed for our real faults but usually not on the right occasions.