All nobility in its beginnings was somebody's natural superiority.
Don't make a novel to establish a principle of political economy. You will spoil both.
There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.
Life itself is ... a sleep within a sleep.
A day is a miniature eternity.
In the great books of India, an empire spoke to us, nothing small or unworthy, but large, serene, consistent, the voice of an old intelligence, which in another age and climate had pondered and thus disposed of the questions that exercise us.