You may guess what difficulty mine has been, and how weary the responsibility.

You may guess, too, how dreary it is to me to hear myself praised for frankness, when I find the world all fastening on C.'s faults, while the splendid qualities are ignored or forgotten.

Let them look into their own miserable souls, and ask themselves how they could bear to have their own private histories ransacked and laid bare.

I deliberately say (and I have said it in the book), that C.'s was the finest nature I have ever known.

It is a Rembrandt picture, but what a picture! Ruskin, too, understands him, and feels too, as he should, for me, if that mattered, which it doesn't in the least." A few years after publication the Reminiscences ran out of print, and Froude was anxious to bring out a corrected edition.