Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing.
When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now and then a restless movement, as if answers in speech did not flow fast enough for you, and you wanted to read the tablet of one's heart.
Misery generates hate.
And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
[I]n his presence I thoroughly lived.
Give him enough rope and he will hang himself.