The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator.

What necessity is there to dwell on the Past, when the Present is so much surer-the Future so much brighter?

Reader, I literally married him.

The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.

Misery generates hate.

I am always easy of belief when the creed pleases me.

Jane, I never meant to wound you thus...Will you ever forgive me?" Reader, I forgave him at the moment and on the spot.