That kind of patriotism which consists in hating all other nations.
But Mr. Hale resolved that he would not be disturbed by any such nonsensical idea; so he lay awake, determining not to think about it.
A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly.
I take it that ‘gentleman’ is a term that only describes a person in his relation to others; but when we speak of him as ‘a man,’ we consider him not merely with regard to his fellow-men, but in relation to himself, – to life – to time – to eternity.
Really it is very wholesome exercise, this trying to make one’s words represent one’s thoughts, instead of merely looking to their effect on others.
Trust a girl of sixteen for knowing well if she is pretty; concerning her plainness she may be ignorant.
To be sure a stepmother to a girl is a different thing to a second wife to a man!
Were all men equal to-night, some would get the start by rising an hour earlier to-morrow.
A great matter calls her son with terms like deal, and love.
Nothing like the act of eating for equalizing men. Dying is nothing to it.
If they came sorrowing, and wanting sympathy in a complicated trouble like the present, then they would be felt as a shadow in all these houses of intimate acquaintances, not friends.
He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word – holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look, told of more sympathy than could be put into words.
No one loves me, – no one cares for me, but you, mother.
But with the increase of serious and just ground of complaint, a new kind of patience had sprung up in her Mother’s mind. She was gentle and quiet in intense bodily suffering, almost in proportion as she had been restless and depressed when there had been no real cause for grief.
She freshens me up above a bit. Who’d ha thought that face – as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of – could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder how she’ll sin. All on us must sing.
I do not look on self-indulgent, sensual people as worthy of my hatred; I simply look upon them with contempt for their poorness of character.
The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.
I say Gibson, we’re old friends, and you’re a fool if you take anything I say as an offense. Madam your wife and I didn’t hit it off the only time I ever saw her. I won’t say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn’t me!
He is my first olive: let me make a face while I swallow it.
Did I ever say an engagement was an elephant, madam?