We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.

She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, hated at tea parties, feared in shops, and loved at crises.

When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.

You are Joseph the dreamer of dreams, dear Jude. And a tragic Don Quixote. And sometimes you are St. Stephen, who, while they were stoning him, could see Heaven opened. Oh, my poor friend and comrade, you'll suffer yet!

That aspects are within us; and who seems Most kingly is the King.

You could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then.