[She wasn't] a logically reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts may count in heaven as high as heads.

My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.

The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them.

It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.

And I am quite serious when I say that I do not believe there are, on the whole earth besides, so many intensified bores as in these United States.

It is no worse, because I write of it. It would be no better, if I stopped my most unwilling hand. Nothing can undo it; nothing can make it otherwise than as it was.

In the majority of cases, conscience is an elastic and very flexible article