But my way of writing is rather to think aloud, and follow my own humours, than much to consider who is listening to me; and, if I stop to consider what is proper to be said to this or that person, I shall soon come to doubt whether any part at all is proper.
Fierce sectarianism breeds fierce latitudinarianism.
Grief even in a child hates the light and shrinks from human eyes.
Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state.
Often one's dear friend talks something which one scruples to call rigmarole.
Allow me to offer my congratulations on the truly admirable skill you have shown in keeping clear of the mark. Not to have hit once in so many trials, argues the most splendid talents for missing.