The Chinese countenance is impassive, as if the old, old weight of Asiatic civilization had blunted and oppressed it.
Vandyck deified his sitters. He is like the sun in Shakespeare's line,—
"Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy."
A good dinner is not to be despised. It paves the way for all the virtues.
B. knew a little French girl who always insisted, with a pretty extravagance of intonation, that pigs in their grunt were saying, "Nous aurons congé."
When a soul finds nothing to reverence among its common surroundings, it is blind indeed.