"It's nothing," returned Mrs Chick. "It's merely change of weather. We must expect change."

But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round...as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.

Discipline must be maintained.

Death is a mighty, universal truth.

It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light. The streets were, as yet, nearly free from passengers, the houses and shops were closed, and the healthy air of morning fell like breath from angels, on the sleeping town.

The last trumpet ever to be sounded shall blow even algebra to wreck.

A man must take the fat with the lean.