I sat down and tried to rest. I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited. A phase of my life was closing tonight, a new one opening tomorrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accomplished.

If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

It would not be wicked to love me." "It would to obey you.

The man of regular life and rational mind never despairs.

If there is one notion I hate more than another, it is that of marriage - I mean marriage in the vulgar, weak sense, as a mere matter of sentiment.

You have introduced a topic on which our natures are at variance - a topic we should never discuss: the very name of love is an apple of discord between us. If the reality were required, what should we do? How should we feel? My dear cousin, abandon your scheme of marriage - forget it.