Being proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn’t at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life

Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.

He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.