what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

and I will learn what everything costs.”

She sat down in the library before her particular little heap of books on political economy and kindred matters, out of which she was trying to get light as to the best way of spending money so as not to injure one’s neighbors, or—what comes to the same thing—so as to do them the most good.

I should like not to have so much more than my share without doing anything for others. But I have a belief of my own, and it comforts me.” “What is that?” said Will, rather jealous of the belief. “That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don’t quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against

“I have not taken a bribe yet. But there is a pale shade of bribery which is sometimes called prosperity.

very little achievement is required in order to pity another man’s shortcomings.

Mr. Casaubon had never had a strong bodily frame, and his soul was sensitive without being enthusiastic: it was too languid to thrill out of self-consciousness into passionate delight; it went on fluttering in the swampy ground where it was hatched, thinking of its wings and never flying. His experience was of that pitiable kind which shrinks from

it would not be necessary to pay for everything at

People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.”