The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.

Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.

If I have read religious history aright, faith, hope, and charity have not always been found in a direct ratio with a sensibility to the three concords; and it is possible, thank heaven! to have very erroneous theories and very sublime feelings.

Those who trust us educate us.

...there's never a garden in all the parish but what there's endless waste in it for want o' somebody as could use everything up. It's what I think to myself sometimes, as there need nobody run short o' victuals if the land was made the most on, and there was never a morsel but what could find it's way to a mouth.