A common fallacy: to imagine a measure will be easy because we have private motives for desiring it.

I like trying to get pregnant. I'm not so sure about childbirth.

For years after Lydgate remembered the impression produced in him by this involuntary appeal-this cry from soul to soul, without other consciousness than their moving with kindred natures in the same embroiled medium, the same troublous fitfully-illuminated life.

Poor fellow! I think he is in love with you.' I am not aware of it. And to me it is one of the most odious things in a girl's life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her... I have no ground for the nonsensical vanity of fancying everybody who comes near me is in love with me.

But certain winds will make men's temper bad.

... it is because sympathy is but a living again through our own past in a new form, that confession often prompts a response of confession.

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