Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!

A vast deal of human sympathy runs along the electric line of needlework, stretching from the throne to the wicker chair of the humble seamstress.

Before this ugly edifice, and between it and the wheel-track of the street, was a grass-plot, much overgrown with burdock, pig-weed, apple-pern, and such unsightly vegetation, which evidently found something congenial in the soil that had so early borne the black flower of civilized society, a prison.

Those with whom we can apparently become well acquainted in a few moments are generally the most difficult to rightly know and to understand.

He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure.

The divine chemistry works in the subsoil.

This above all: be true, be true, be true.