But Rosa soon made the discovery that Miss Twinkleton didn't read fairly. She cut the love-scenes, interpolated passages in praise of female celibacy, and was guilty of other glaring pious frauds.

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.

All partings foreshadow the great final one.

There was a gay fiction among us that we were constantly enjoying ourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To the best of my belief, our case was in the last respect a rather common one.

Good never come of such evil, a happier end was not in nature to so unhappy a beginning.

I believe that the heaviest blow ever dealt at liberty's head will be dealt by this nation in the ultimate failure of its example to the earth.

... I have read in your face, as plain as if it was a book, that but for some trouble and sorrow we should never know half the good there is about us.