Large charity doth never soil, but only whitens soft white hands.

That pernicious sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong."

In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.

All birds during the pairing season become more or less sentimental, and murmur soft nothings in a tone very unlike the grinding-organ repetition and loudness of their habitual song. The crow is very comical as a lover; and to hear him trying to soften his croak to the proper Saint-Preux standard has something the effect of a Mississippi boatman quoting Tennyson.

O reputation! dearer far than life.