People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.

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

There's folks 'ud hold a sieve under the pump and expect to carry away the water.

What courage and patience are wanted for every life that aims to produce anything!

Solomon's Proverbs, I think, have omitted to say, that as the sore palate findeth grit, so an uneasy consciousness heareth innuendos.

Marriage is so unlike everything else. There is something even awful in the nearness it brings. Even if we loved someone else better than - than those we were married to, it would be no use. I mean, marriage drinks up all our power of giving or getting any blessedness in that sort of love. I know it may be very dear, but it murders our marriage, and then the marriage stays with us like a murder, and everything else is gone.

It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.