He shook hands with Margaret. He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact.
No one loves me, - no one cares for me, but you, mother.
A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly.
Oh, I can't describe my home. It is home, and I can't put its charm into words
What's the use of watching? A watched pot never boils.
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.