And why should he interest himself at all in my moral and intellectual capacities: what is it to him what I think and feel?' I asked myself. And my heart throbbed in answer to the question.

If ever I am a mother I will zealously strive against this crime of over- indulgence. I can hardly give it a milder name when I think of the evils it brings.

My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.

Farewell to Thee! But not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of Thee; Within my heart they still shall dwell And they shall cheer and comfort me.

There are great books in this world and great worlds in books.

What the world stigmatizes as romantic is often more nearly allied to the truth than is commonly supposed.

It is painful to doubt the sincerity of those we love.