Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, till you see good reason to part with them.

He never could have loved me, or he would not have resigned me so willingly

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

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.

My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

No, thank you, I don't mind the rain,' I said. I always lacked common sense when taken by surprise.

The end of Religion is not to teach us how to die, but how to live.