It is sweet to see how soon a spring becomes a rill, and a rill runs on into a rivulet, and a rivulet swells into a brook; and before one has time to say 'what are you at?' - before the first tree it ever spoke to is a dummy, or the first hill it ever ran down has turned blue, here we all have airs and graces, demands and assertions of a full grown river.
R.D. BlackmoreTake to the study of the law. Possession is nine points of it, which thou hast of me. Self-possession is the tenth.
R.D. BlackmoreKnowing Master Huckaback to be a man of his word, as well as one who would have others so, I was careful to be in good time the next morning . . .
R.D. Blackmore...because I rant not, neither rave of what I feel, can you be so shallow as to dream that I feel nothing?
R.D. Blackmore