Distaste sounds more emphatic when expressed as moral disapproval. With most of us the moral counterblast is nothing more than the angry rendering of a yawn.

Persecution was at least a sign of personal interest.

Literary people are forever judging the quality of the mind by the turn of expression.

When temptations march monotonously in regiments, one waits for to pass.

Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.

There ought to be some sign in a book about man, that the writer knows thoroughly one man at least.

Women singly do a good deal of harm. Women in bulk are chastening.