It was my habit at one time, I believe, to grow heated in scorn of Euclid's definitions.
What an interesting book Euclid is! Half a year ago, I was led by a talk with Moorhouse to go through some of the old "props", and you can't imagine how they delighted me.

Moorhouse was so obliging as to tell me that I had an eminently deductive mind.' He laughed, but not without betraying some pleasure in the remark.
'Surprising,' he went on, 'how very little such a mind as Moorhouse's suggests itself in common conversation.

He is really profound in mathematics, a man of original powers, but I never heard him make a remark of the slightest value on any other subject.

Now his sister--she has studied nothing in particular, yet she can't express an opinion that doesn't bear the stamp of originality.' Godwin was contented to muse, his eyes fixed on a brilliant star in the western heaven.
'There's only one inconsistency in her that annoys and puzzles me,' Buckland pursued, speaking with the cigar in his mouth.

'In religion, she seems to be orthodox.