Even when she was speaking, her soul was in prayer reposing on an unseen support.
How can one ever do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts?
You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
In poor Rosamond’s mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.
'Tis God gives skill but not without men's hands: he could not make Antonio Stradivarius violins without Antonio.
In Rome it seems as if there were so many things which are more wanted in the world than pictures.
We are all humiliated by the sudden discovery of a fact which has existed very comfortably and perhaps been staring at us in private while we have been making up our world entirely without it.
If a man has a capacity for great thoughts, he is likely to overtake them before he is decrepit.
It is vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action and they will have it if they cannot find it.
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire: it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
It is curious what patches of hardness and tenderness lie side by side in men’s dispositions. I suppose he has some test by which he finds out whom Heaven cares for.
The years seem to rush by now and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.
