The best part of a woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be sent away with her precious spikenard rejected, and her long tresses, too, that were let fall, ready to soothe the wearied feet.

So to live is heaven; to make undying music in the world.

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

... happy husbands and wives can hear each other say the same thing over and over again without being tired.

He was at a starting point which makes many a man's career a fine subject for betting, if there were any gentlemen given to that amusement who could appreciate the complicated probabilities of an arduous purpose. . . .

Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it.

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