A secret at home is like rocks under tide.

Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots

We are all of us very perfect creatures so long as we are not tried.

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.

Down in the deep, up in the sky , I see them always, far or nigh, And I shall see them till I die The old familiar faces.

There can be - there ought to be - no medium course; a love-affair is either sober earnest or contemptible folly, if not wickedness: to gossip about it is, in the first instance, intrusive, unkind, or dangerous; in the second, simply silly.

Now, I have nothing to say against uncles in general. They are usually very excellent people, and very convenient to little boys and girls.