But I Was Right. I Think That

Oh Yes!' And Suddenly The Wintry Frost-bound Look Of Care Had Left Mr. Thornton's Face, As If Some Soft Summer Gale Had Blown All Anxiety Away From His Mind; And, Though His Mouth Was As Much Compressed As Before, His Eyes Smiled Out Benignly On His Questioner.

I Don't Believe There's A Man In Milton Who Knows How To Sit Still; And It Is A Great Art.

I Would Not Trust A Mouse To A Woman If A Man's Judgment Could Be Had.

That Kind Of Patriotism Which Consists In Hating All Other Nations.

Of All Faults The One She Most Despised In Others Was The Want Of Bravery; The Meanness Of Heart Which Leads To Untruth.