Oh Love, Love, Love, the same in peasant and in peer! The more honour to you, then, old Love, to be the same thing in this world which is common to peasant and to peer.

They say that you are blind; a dreamer, an exaggerator--a liar, in short.

They know just nothing about you, then.

You will not see people as they seem, and as they have become, no doubt: but why?
because you see them as they ought to be, and are, in some deep way, eternally, in the sight of Him who conceived and created them.
At last she started, as if waking from a pleasant dream, and spoke, half to herself-- "Oh, how foolish of me--to be idling away this opportunity; the only one, perhaps, which I may have! Oh, Mr.Thurnall, tell me about this cholera!" "What about it ?" "Everything.

Ever since I heard of what you have been saying to the people, ever since Mr.Headley's sermon, it has been like fire in my ears!" "I am truly glad to hear it.