Force yourself to reflect on what you read, paragraph by paragraph.

When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, he is mad.

Her skin was white as leprosy.

A savage place! As holy and enchanted/As e'er beneath the waning moon was haunted/By woman wailing for her Demon Lover!

The water-lily, in the midst of waters, opens its leaves and expands its petals, at the first pattering of the shower, and rejoices in the rain-drops with a quicker sympathy than the packed shrubs in the sandy desert.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.