There is no innocent sleep so innocent as sleep shared between a woman and a child, the little breath hurrying beside the longer, as a child's foot r… - Alice Meynell

This great immorality, centring in the irreproachable days of the Exhibition of 1851 or thereabouts—the pleasure in this particular form of human disgrace—has passed, leaving one trace only: the habit by which some men reproach a silly woman though her sex, whereas a silly man is not reproached through his sex.

The travelling heart went free
With endless streams; that strife was stopped;
And down a thousand vales I dropped, I flowed to Italy.

Spring and autumn are inconsiderable events in a landscape compared with the shadows of a cloud.