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

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

Blameless people are always the most exasperating.

The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

The intensest form of hatred is that rooted in fear.

To superficial observers his chin had too vanishing an aspect, looking as if it were being gradually reabsorbed. And it did indeed cause him some difficulty about the fit of his satin stocks, for which chins were at that time useful.

Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!