I cannot get him to write or speak in real, solid earnest. I don't much mind it now, but if it be always so, what shall I do with the serious part of myself?

Because I imagine there must be only a very, very few men in the world, that I should like to marry; and of those few, it is ten to one I may never be acquainted with one; or if I should, it is twenty to one he may not happen to be single, or to take a fancy to me.

The ties that bind us to life are tougher than you imagine, or than any one can who has not felt how roughly they may be pulled without breaking.

It is a hard, embittering thing to have one's kind feelings and good intentions cast back in one's teeth.

I possess the faculty of enjoying the company of those I - of my friends as well in silence as in conversation.

But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.

Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.