A great matter calls her son with terms like deal, and love.

One may be clogged with honey and unable to rise and fly.

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

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

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

He is my first olive: let me make a face while I swallow it.

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.