She writhes under her life. A woman more angry, passionate, reckless, and revengeful never lived.

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

Marley was dead, to begin with ... This must be distintly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate.

Take the pencil and write under my name, 'I forgive her.

Time has been lost and opportunity thrown away, but I am yet a young man, and may retrieve it.

Long may it remain in this mixed world a question not easy of decision, which is the more beautiful evidence of the Almighty's goodness, the soft white hand formed for the ministrations of sympathy and tenderness, or the rough hard hand which the heart softens, teaches, and guides in a moment.

I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.