For after my marriage I had made various attempts to write fiction. They were clearly failures.

Customers must be delicately angled for at a safe distance - show yourself too much, and, like trout, they flashed away.

Conviction is the conscience of the mind.

A modern girls' school, equipped as scores are now equipped throughout the country, was of course not to be found in 1858, when I first became a school boarder, or in 1867, when I ceased to be one.

The answer, of course, in the mouth of a Christian teacher is that in Christianity alone is there both present joy and future hope.

Other trades may fail. The agitator is always sure of his market.

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