Well, well, my boy, if good luck knocks at your door, don't you put your head out at window and tell it to be gone about its business, that's all.

I wish always to be quoted as George Eliot.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.

Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.

No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.