I sometimes fancy," said Hilda, on whose susceptibility the scene always made a strong impression, "that Rome--mere Rome--will crowd everything else out of my heart.

If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.

The moment when a man's head drops off is seldom or never, I am inclined to think, precisely the most agreeable of his life.

Sleeping or waking, we hear not the airy footsteps of the strange things that almost happen.

The Christian faith is a grand cathedral with divinely pictured windows.

The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!

The traveller knows not who may be concealed by the innumerable trunks and the thick boughs overhead; so that with lonely footsteps he may yet be passing through an unseen multitude.