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.

There might be some credit in being jolly.

No one has the least regard for the man; with them all, he has been an object of avoidance, suspicion, and aversion; but the spark of life within him is curiously separable from himself now, and they have a deep interest in it, probably because it IS life, and they are living and must die.

I have been, as the phrase is, liberally educated, and am fit for nothing.

Trifles make the sum of life.

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!

Mystery and disappointment are not absolutely indispensable to the growth of love, but they are, very often, its powerful auxiliaries.