It is to the middle-class we must look for the safety of England.
When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.
When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.
That which we call a snob by any other name would still be snobbish.
She lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how — these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world.
Novelty has charms that our minds can hardly withstand.