It was a beautiful summer afternoon, at that delicious period of the year when summer has just burst forth from the growth of spring; when the summer… - Anthony Trollope

Little bits of things make me do it; — perhaps a word that I said and ought not to have said ten years ago; — the most ordinary little mistakes, even my own past thoughts to myself about the merest trifles. They are always making me shiver.

It is easy for most of us to keep our hands from picking and stealing when picking and stealing plainly lead to prison diet and prison garments. But when silks and satins come of it, and with the silks and satins general respect, the net result of honesty does not seem to be so secure.

It is easy to love one's enemy when one is making fine speeches; but so difficult to do so in the actual everyday work of life.