A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me.

... and she held out a pretty gold ring. 'Put it,' she said, 'on the fourth finger of my left hand, and I am yours and you are mine; and we shall leave Earth and make our own Heaven yonder.'

I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.' 'Station! Station!-- your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.

Too often do reviewers remind us of the mob of Astrologers, Chaldeans, and Soothsayers gathered before 'the writing on the wall' and unable to read the characters or make known the interpretation.

Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed.