Men, I observe, do not understand men in certain points, without a woman's interpretation.

Those points, of course, relate to feelings.
'Here is a man taken by most of those who come in his way either for Dry- as-Dust, Matter-of-fact, or for a "vain visionary." There are, doubtless, some defective or excessive characteristics which give rise to those impressions.
'My acquaintance was made, oddly enough, with him twenty-seven years ago.
A pauper said to me of him, "He's the poor man's doctor." Such a recommendation seemed to me a good one: and I also knew that his organizing head had formed the first district society in England (for Mrs.Fry told me she could not have effected it without his aid); yet he has always ignored his own share of it.

I felt in him at once the curious combination of the Christian and the cynic,--of reverence for man, and contempt of men.

It was then an internal war, but one in which it was evident to me that the holier cause would be victorious, because there was deep belief, and, as far as I could learn, a blameless and benevolent life.

He appeared only to want sunshine.