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

A mother's yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.

I take a dose of mathematics every day to prevent my brain from becoming quite soft.

We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born.

We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.

Children demand that their heroes should be fleckless, and easily believe them so .

It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.