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

This man belongs to me, I want him!

He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.

She is one of God's women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.