In poor Rosamond's mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.
"Heaven help us," said the old religion; the new one, from its very lack of that faith, will teach us all the more to help one another.
"Abroad," that large home of ruined reputations.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.
Few things hold the perception more thoroughly captive than anxiety about what we have got to say