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.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th ' other.

What is your religion? I mean-not what you know about religion but the belief that helps you most?

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

A girl of eighteen imagines the feelings behind the face that has moved her with its sympathetic youth as easily as primitive people imagined the humors of the gods in fair weather. What is she to believe in if not in this vision woven from within?

In poor Rosamond's mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.