There was but one thing for him;- to persevere till he got her, or till he had finally lost her. And should the latter be his fate, as he began to fe… - Anthony Trollope

That fighting of a battle without belief is, I think, the sorriest task which ever falls to the lot of any man.

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 is yet but three days old, and all the various shades of green which nature can put forth are still in their unsoiled purity of freshness.

The most deadly enemies of the Roman Catholics are they who love best their religion as Protestants. When we look to individuals we always find it so, though it hardly suits us to admit as much when we discuss these subjects broadly.