She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.

The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

Coleridge declares that a man cannot have a good conscience who refuses apple dumplings, and I confess that I am of the same opinion.

Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

Judge not man by his outward manifestation of faith; for some there are who tremblingly reach out shaking hands to the guidance of faith; others who stoutly venture in the dark their human confidence, their leader, which they mistake for faith; some whose hope totters upon crutches; others who stalk into futurity upon stilts. The difference is chiefly constitutional with them.

Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.