Oh, I Can't Describe My Home. It

On Some Such Night As This She Remembered Promising To Herself To Live As Brave And Noble A Life As Any Heroine She Ever Read Or Heard Of In Romance, A Life Sans Peur Et Sans Reproche; It Had Seemed To Her Then That She Had Only To Will, And Such A Life Would Be Accomplished. And Now She Had Learnt That Not Only To Will, But Also To Pray, Was A Necessary Condition In The Truly Heroic. Trusting To Herself, She Had Fallen.

The French Girls Would Tell You, To Believe That You Were Pretty Would Make You So.

Trust A Girl Of Sixteen For Knowing Well If She Is Pretty; Concerning Her Plainness She May Be Ignorant.

How Easy It Is To Judge Rightly After One Sees What Evil Comes From Judging Wrongly!

"mr. Thornton," Said Margaret, Shaking All Over With Her Passion, "go Down This Instant, If You Are Not A Coward. Go Down And Face Them Like A Man. Save These Poor Strangers, Whom You Have Decoyed Here. Speak To Your Workmen As If They Were Human Beings. Speak To Them Kindly. Don't Let The Soldiers Come In And Cut Down Poor-creatures Who Are Driven Mad. I See One There Who Is. If You Have Any Courage Or Noble Quality In You, Go Out And Speak To Them, Man To Man."