She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir.

I have had my share of sorrows-more than the common lot, perhaps, but I have borne them ill. I have broken where I should have bent; and have mused and brooded, when my spirit should have mixed with all God's great creation.

... she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries.

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.

Women can always put things in fewest words. Except when it's blowing up; and then they lengthens it out.

We were equals afterwards, as we had been before; but, afterwards at quiet times when I sat looking at Joe and thinking about him, I had a new sensation of feeling conscious that I was looking up to Joe in my heart.

Anything that makes a noise is satisfactory to a crowd.