What the deuce is to do now?
I am no bird and no net ensnares me
If you don't love another living soul, then you'll never be disappointed.
To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage.
Jane, my little darling (so I will call you, for so you are), you don't know what you are talking about; you misjudge me again: it is not because she is mad I hate her. If you were mad, do you think I should hate you?
Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.