There are hopes, the bloom of whose beauty would be spoiled by the trammels of description; too lovely, too delicate, too sacred for words, they should only be known through the sympathy of hearts.

Joe gave me some more gravy.

For though we are perpetually bragging of it as our safety, it is nothing but a poor fringe on the mantle of the upper.

I could settle down into a state of equable low spirits, and resign myself to coffee.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

An inebriated elderly gentleman in the last depths of shabbiness... played the calm and virtuous old men.

Listlessness to everything, but brooding sorrow, was the night that fell on my undisciplined heart. Let me look up from it - as at last I did, thank Heaven! - and from its long, sad, wretched dream, to dawn.