That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!
Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.
George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
My religion of life is always to be cheerful.
God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!