I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.

My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.

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.

I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you

Reader, I married him.

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed.

To talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking.