But I was right. I think that must be an hereditary quality, for my father says he is scarcely ever wrong.

Th' longest lane will have a turning.

In all disappointments sympathy is a great balm.

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

She thought in would be awkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fancied that, from her being on a low seat at first, and now standing behind her father, he had overlooked her in his haste. As if he did not feel the consciousness of her presence all over, though his eyes had never rested on her!

How different men were to women!

Well, He had known what love was-a sharp pang, a fierce experience, in the midst of whose flames he was struggling! but, through that furnace he would fight his way out into the serenity of middle age,-all the richer and more human for having known this great passion.