Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues — faith and hope.
No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot.
My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.
Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.
I am what you designed me to be.I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt
And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.
All through it, I have known myself to be quite undeserving. And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes...
To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.
The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother.
If the world go wrong, it was, in some off-hand manner, never meant to go right.
Trifles make the sum of life.
The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them
Meow says the cat ,quack says the duck , Bow wow wow says the dog !Grrrr!
It is known, to the force of a single pound weight, what the engine will do; but, not all the calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patrio...
I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.
I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disninterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her.
The mother who lay in the grave, was the mother of my infancy; the little creature in her arms, was myself, as I had once been, hushed for ever on her bosom.
What greater gift than the love of a cat.
There is a kind of sleep that steals upon us sometimes, which, while it holds the body prisoner, does not free the mind from a sense of things about it, and enable it to ramble at its pleasure. So far...
So new to him, she muttered, so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!...