Subtract from the New Testament the miraculous and highly impossible, and what will be the remainder?

Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

... indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable.

Here undoubtedly lies the chief poetic energy: - in the force of imagination that pierces or exalts the solid fact, instead of floating among cloud-pictures.

All our ignorance brings us closer to death.

There are men whose presence infuses trust and reverence.