For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.

You ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.

A new chapter in a novel is something like a new scene in a play.

You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.

I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.

I scorn your idea of love,' I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back against the rock. 'I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer: yes, St. John, and I scorn you when you offer it.

It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience. God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate.