But a girl of seventeen is not always thinking of books, especially in the Oxford summer term.

Nothing ought to be told, I think that does not interest or kindle one's own mind in looking back; it is the only condition on which one can hope to interest or kindle other minds.

All things change, creeds and philosophies and outward systems - but God remains.

But the mind travels far - and mysteriously - in sleep.

But a girl of seventeen is not always thinking of books, especially in the Oxford summer term.

... the strictness of to-day may have at any moment to be purchased by the laxity of to-morrow.

City of rest! - as it seems to our modern senses, - how is it possible that so busy, so pitiless and covetous a life as history shows us, should have gone to the making and the fashioning of Venice!