While I loved, and while I was loved, what an existence I enjoyed!

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.

He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.

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

No severe or prolonged bodily illness followed this incident of the red-room: it only gave my nerves a shock, of which I feel the reverberation to this day.

I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.

You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.