The end of a novel, like the end of a children's dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plums. - Anthony Trollope

It's dogged as does it. It's not thinking about it.

It may almost be a question whether such wisdom as many of us have in our mature years has not come from the dying out of the power of temptation, rather than as the results of thought and resolution.

The Duke, always right in his purpose but generally wrong in his practice, had stayed at home working all the morning, thereby scandalising the strict, and had gone to church alone in the afternoon, thereby offending the social.