There is nothing narrow about her but her experience; everything else is large.
My impression of her is of a person of great capacity, as yet wholly unmeasured and untested.

Some day or other, I 'm sure, she will judge fairly and wisely of everything." "Stay a bit!" cried Roderick; "you 're a better Catholic than the Pope.
I shall be content if she judges fairly of me--of my merits, that is.
The rest she must not judge at all.

She 's a grimly devoted little creature; may she always remain so! Changed as I am, I adore her none the less.

What becomes of all our emotions, our impressions," he went on, after a long pause, "all the material of thought that life pours into us at such a rate during such a memorable three months as these?
There are twenty moments a week--a day, for that matter, some days--that seem supreme, twenty impressions that seem ultimate, that appear to form an intellectual era.

But others come treading on their heels and sweeping them along, and they all melt like water into water and settle the question of precedence among themselves.