From behind the shadow of the still small voice — more awful than…

For the credit of muscular Christianity, one must say that it was not her weight, but the tumult in his own inner man, which made her bearer totter. Nevertheless, if one is wholly unused to the exercise, the carrying a healthy young …

Young men are pretty much like a drove of sheep; any one who takes a decided line on certain matters, is sure to lead all the rest.

Blessed are they who have the gift of making friends, for it is one of God's best gifts. It involves many things, but, above all, the power of going out of one's self and appreciating whatever is noble and loving in another.

Heaven, they say, protects children, sailors, and drunken men; and whatever answers to Heaven in the academical system protects freshmen.

[W]hat will not a delicately nurtured British lady go through when her mind is bent either on pleasure or duty?

There's always a voice saying the right thing to you somewhere, if you'll only listen for it.