Her son is a very ordinary young man of three-and-twenty, but she is fond of him....
Never expect me to agree with you in that _cause celebre_ of 'ladies and gentlemen' against people of letters.

I don't like the sort of veneer which passes in society--yes, I like it, but I don't love it.

I know what the thing is worth as a matter of furniture-accomplishment, and there an end.

I should rather look at the scratched silent violin in the corner, with the sense that music has come out of it or will come.

I am grateful to the man who has written a good book, and I recognise reverently that the roots of it are in him.