Nothing like the act of eating for equalizing men. Dying is nothing to it.

I don't believe there's a man in Milton who knows how to sit still; and it is a great art.

He shook hands with Margaret. He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact.

When prayers were ended, and his Mother had wished him good-night with that long steady look of hers which conveyed no expression of the tenderness that was in her heart, but yet had all the intensity of a blessing.

She freshens me up above a bit. Who'd ha thought that face - as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of - could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder how she'll sin. All on us must sing.

I value my own independence so highly that I can fancy no degradation greater than that of having another man perpetually directing and advising and lecturing me, or even planning too closely in any way about my actions. He might be the wisest of men, or the most powerful - I should equally rebel and resent his interference.

Similarity of opinion is not always—I think not often—needed for fullness and perfection of love.