There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.

Give the enemy not only a road for flight, but also a means of defending it.

Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?

Bless thy simplicity, Tess

So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope.

The beggarly question of parentage--what is it, after all? What does it matter, when you come to think of it, whether a child is yours by blood or not? All the little ones of our time are collectively the children of us adults of the time, and entitled to our general care. That excessive regard of parents for their own children, and their dislike of other people's, is, like class-feeling, patriotism, save-your-own-soul-ism, and other virtues, a mean exclusiveness at bottom.

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.