Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.
"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion.
Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.
Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
A good deal of philanthropy arises in general from mere vanity and love of distinction gilded over to others and to themselves with some show of benevolent sentiment.