-Why don't you cry again, you little wretch? -Because I'll never cry for you again.

It is a silent, shady place, with a paved courtyard so full of echoes, that sometimes I am tempted to believe that faint responses to the noises of old times linger there yet, and that these ghosts of sound haunt my footsteps as I pace it up and down.

If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is.

There was something very comfortable in having plenty of stationery.

She had gained a reputation for beauty, and (which is often another thing) was beautiful.

Stranger, pause and ask thyself the question, Canst thou do likewise? If not, with a blush retire.

There wasn't room to swing a cat there.