Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.

Do you like him much?' I told you I liked him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much: he is full of faults.' Is he?' All boys are.

My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

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

I have no wish to talk nonsense." "If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.