A map was a fine thing to study when you were disposed to think of something else, being made up of names that would turn into a chime if you went back upon them.
A great historian, as he insisted on calling himself, who had the happiness to be dead a hundred and twenty years ago, and so to take his place among the colossi whose huge legs our living pettiness i...
A child, more than all other giftsThat earth can offer to declining man,Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts.—WORDSWORTH.
A bride and bridegroom, surrounded by all the appliances of wealth, hurried through the day by the whirl of society, filling their solitary moments with hastily-snatched caresses, are prepared for the...
Though there's reasons in things as nobody knows on---- that's pretty much what I've made out; yet some folks are so wise they'll find you fifty reasons straight off, and all the while the real reason...
There's nothing kills a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.
Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it.
You must be sure of two things: you must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin. And the other is, you must not be ashamed of your work, and think it...
You know I have duties──we both have duties──before which feeling must be sacrificed.
Yes, said Mr. Casaubon, with that peculiar pitch of voice which makes the word half a negative.
Yes, but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. There should be a little filigree about a woman--something of the coquette. A man likes a sort of challe...
Who can know how much of his most inward life is made up of the thoughts he believes other men to have about him, until that fabric of opinion is threatened with ruin?
What have you been doing lately?’ ‘I? Oh, minding the house–pouring out syrup–pretending to be amiable and contented–learning to have a bad opinion of everybody.
We cannot speak a loyal word and be meanly silent, we cannot kill and not kill in the same moment; but a moment is room wide enough for the loyal and mean desire, for the outlash of a murderous though...
We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
We are all of us denying or fulfilling prayers – and men in their careless deeds walk amidst invisible outstretched arms and pleadings made in vain.
Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.
Upon my word, I think the truth is the hardest missile one can be pelted with.
Tom's contemptuous conception of a girl included the attribute of being unfit to walk in dirty places.
To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.