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

The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.

You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only es

For my part I am very sorry for him. It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self--never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold, never to have our consciousness rapturously transformed into the vividness of a thought, the ardour of a passion, the energy of an action, but always to be scholarly and uninspired, ambitious and timid, scrupulous and dimsighted.

We are all apt to believe what the world believes about us.

We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.

Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.