Blot your misdeeds out (if you are particularly conscientious), by a good deed, as soon as you can; just as we did a correct sum at school on the slate, where an incorrect one was only half rubbed out. It was better than wetting our sponge with our tears; both less loss of time where tears had to be waited for, and a better effect at last.

I wanted to see the place where Margaret grew to what she is, even at the worst time of all, when I had no hope of ever calling her mine.

A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly.

I'll not listen to reason... reason always means what someone else has got to say.

No one loves me, - no one cares for me, but you, mother.

Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.

That kind of patriotism which consists in hating all other nations.