Nothing seemed impossible in the beginning.
She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.
He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.
Don't mind me. I'm as happy as a cricket here.
Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.
... for it is the small temptations which undermine integrity unless we watch and pray and never think them too trivial to be resisted.