With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.

I am not in the least given to any violent interest in womankind, however, such as has addled the country's brains of late. Give me a manandwoman world: 'tis good enough!

Life is a breathing-space between two eternities, a holiday with appalling realities behind and before.

Idleness, simon-pure, from which all manner of good springs like seed from a fallow soil, is sure to be misnamed and misconstrued.

Youth is slipping, dripping, pearl on pearl, away.

The hand betrays the heart.

Quotations (such as have point and lack triteness) from the great old authors are an act of reverence on the part of the quoter, and a blessing to a public grown superficial and external.