She Never Called Her Son

A Great Matter Calls Her Son With Terms Like Deal, And Love.

He Could Not Forget The Touch Of Her Arms Around His Neck, Impatiently Felt As It Had Been At The Time; But Now The Recollection Of Her Clinging Defence Of Him, Seemed To Thrill Him Through And Through,—to Melt Away Every Resolution, All Power Of Self-control, As If It Were Wax Before A Fire.

That Kind Of Patriotism Which Consists In Hating All Other Nations.

She Never Called Her Son By Any Name But John; 'love' And 'dear', And Such Like Terms, Were Reserved For Fanny.

I Do Not Look On Self-indulgent, Sensual People As Worthy Of My Hatred; I Simply Look Upon Them With Contempt For Their Poorness Of Character.