The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.

It's all one web, sir. The prosperity of the country is one web.

If you are not proud of your cellar, there is no thrill of satisfaction in seeing your guest hold up his wineglass to the light and look judicial.

To be candid, in Middlemarch phraseology, meant, to use an early opportunity of letting your friends know that you did not take a cheerful view of their capacity, their conduct, or their position; and a robust candor never waited to be asked for its opinion.

Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck and kiss it?

Wise books For half the truths they hold are honored tombs.

There was no gleam, no shadow, for the heavens, too, were one still, pale cloud; no sound or motion in anything but the dark river that flowed and moaned like an unresting sorrow.