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

A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.

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

She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

It was one of those moments—which sometimes occur only at the interval of years—when a man's moral aspect is faithfully revealed to his mind's eye. Not improbably, he had never before viewed himself as he did now.

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.

I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.