I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

If a man's esteem and gratitude are ever worth the winning, you have won mine today. If ever the future should bring to you a time when you need a man's help, believe me, you will not call in vain. God grant that no such time may ever come to you to break the sunshine of your life; but if it should ever come, promise me that you will let me know.

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.