You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.
Daydreams are the delusions of the devil.
Nervous alarms should always be communicated, that they may be dissipated.
Shake me off, then, sir--push me away; for I'll not leave you of my own accord.
The idea of seeing the sea - of being near it - watching its changes by sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and noonday - in calm, perhaps in storm - fills and satisfies my mind.
Who has words at the right moment?