The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.

Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.

Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the North of England.

To the dear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break... I am ever tender and true.

Conventionality is not morality.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.