I always think the flowers can see us, and know what we are thinking about.

There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born.

We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinnertime.

Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.

Alas! the scientific conscience had got into the debasing company of money obligation and selfish respects.

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

To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.