[I]n his presence I thoroughly lived.

My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.

It is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.

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.

Sir,' I interrupted him, 'you are inexorable for that unfortunate lady; you speak of her with hate --- with vindictive antipathy. It is cruel --- she cannot help being mad.

You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream

What have I to do with millions [of people]? The eighty I know despise me.