They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.

What praise is more valuable than the praise of an intelligent servant?

If things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.

...I will not allow books to prove any thing." "But how shall we prove any thing?" "We never shall.

I assure you. I have no notion of treating men with such respect. That is the way to spoil them.

But to live in ignorance on such a point was impossible.

There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.