'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel. >>
There is no good in living in a society where you are merely the equal >>
It is to the middle-class we must look for the safety of England. >>
Childhood is a disease -- a sickness that you grow out of. >>
The stories of childhood leave an indelible impression, and their auth >>
What a man takes in by contemplation, that he pours out in love. >>
Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.